I announced this morning that we were going to head to the gym so that mommy could get in an impromptu workout.
Which had nothing to do with the disappearance of a certain bag of mini M&M’s.
Cailey had been running around in a cute little black dress, with black pants underneath, to ward off the unexpected cold that has gripped Florida.
I asked her to brush the rat’s nest that doubles as her hair. And I figured we’d be good to go.
She disappeared into her room for about 20 minutes.
And emerged wearing a black leather micro-mini-skirt, with a hot pink tank top, adorned with sequins at the neckline. And she had set out her black leather boots. The ensemble accentuated the purple in her legs from the chilly temperature in the house.
If you had added baby blue eye shadow and two front teeth, you would have been looking at me, circa 1972.
“You are not leaving the house wearing that!”
“But MOM, I’m wearing shorts underneath.”
Oh. Well. THAT makes me feel better.
I pointed her in the direction of her room and told her to try again.
In my defense as a parent who stresses modest dress, the black leather micro-mini skirt was a garage sale find from when she was FIVE, and somehow it didn’t look as trashy on a short dumpling of a girl that used to live down the hall.
The child has stretched considerably in the last year, and has lost all vestiges of chubbiness. Even the dimples in her hands are gone. Sob. Sob. Sob.
I marched into announce to Fiddledaddy what his second born daughter was outfitted in for a trip to the gym. His reaction was the same as mine.
Oh dear Lord in heaven. She’s starting to notice the opposite sex. The older sister has had to be reigned in with discussions of “boys make very good FRIENDS.” Two of them under one roof just might send a father right over the edge. And cause the mother to require medication.
And that reminds me, I need to place that weekly phone call to my father to apologize for the 70’s.
A little while later she reemerged wearing blue flowered capris, an army green t-shirt, and baby blue Tinkerbell fishing cap.
And I kept my fashion opinion to myself. I’m already mourning the days when my little fairy girl happily left the house bedecked in loud flowery pants, and a striped shirt not even in the ballpark of the same color palette. Topped with a pink terry cloth Princess hat, 3 sizes too small.
And that black micro-mini-skirt will be cut into hand sized cloths and used to polish the silver.
And by silver, I mean the stainless steel.
So, gentle readers, if you have daughters, how do you encourage them to dress appropriately?