...just in time for the holidays...
Had I known this day was coming I'd have taken more time to prepare. Or prepare as much as possible for the inevitable, that is. I (wrongly) assumed this discussion was still a few years down the road. Nope. Not my child. My she's-not-even-seven-years-old-yet child.
Libbey: Mommy, I can't wear these big, high panties anymore.
Me: (looking at her pink Hanna Andersson panties, i.e. the best underwear in the world)
What do you mean, "big, high panties?"
Libbey: Well, they stick out of my jeans when they're high like this. I just want to wear my Jolly Roger ones from Old Navy. And I don't want to wear this big kind anymore. Or Gymboree clothes, because they're for little girls...you know?
Me: But those pink ones are so comfortable! I love comfortable panties. (So true!)
Libbey: Well, they are comfortable...but they just don't look very cute on my body.
This past weekend I found 23 new gray hairs. Nothing surprises me anymore. Sigh...