As I was ironing clothes this morning, Thing One approached me timidly. This was completely abnormal behavior for her, so I stopped what I was doing immediately and waited for her tell me what was on her mind so early in the morning.
“You know those pink jeans with the jewel button on the front?” she asked, twisting her hands nervously. “Yes'” I replied. “What about them?” Suddenly, she became very interested in her feet. “I don’t want to wear them anymore,” she replied quietly. “Why not?” I asked. “What’s wrong with them?” You can’t tell me that you refuse to wear a pair of pants that I paid my hard earned money for without a darned good reason. Her reason? “Isabelle said they made my butt look bit.” Ahhh, to be seven years old with such worries.