I was having one of those random conversations that happen on a daily basis with my teenager tonight. You know what I'm talking about--the ones where you talk about church, then jeans, then homosexuality, then milk and graham crackers--all within the space of 5 minutes. And it makes sense somehow.
Until...
Your daughter asks you, "Mom, why didn't you dress me cute when I was little? My clothes all looked rachet!"
Really???
Are you talking to me???
Ummm...let's see.
Maybe it was because you spent a year refusing to wear anything but camo.
Or because for picture day in preschool when everyone else was wearing pink dresses and bows, the dressiest thing I could get you to wear was a pair of sparkly jeans and a green t-shirt.
Or maybe because you loved the 3 animal shirts you had and wore them every week--even when their faces were faded and peeling off.
Or my favorite--the year you refused to wear jeans to school and I was scouring sale racks in the winter for leftover shorts I could buy for you.
And don't even get me started on the side ponytail you wore EVERY DAY that had humps in it but you refused help.
Hmmm...I'm not sure why I didn't dress you cute...
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