I know we joke about it from time to time at our house, but recent events are actually making me consider sending my seven-year old to a convent.
Somewhere in Florida my mom is cackling.
As if it weren’t bad enough that my darling daughter was embarrassed to have me take her and pick her up from a friend’s birthday party this past weekend, she also has decided I know NOTHING about fashion, and she knows everything.
I hear this ‘knows everything’ thing gets worse with time, by the way.
You see she actually needed jeans for horseback riding and new boots. So we began the hunt long ago, with me picking out what I thought were some really cute and damn cool boots.
Apparently whatever I think is cute and damn cool is just the opposite.
So she picked out her own, with me zipping my mouth shut tight. Ok, maybe I didn’t zip that tight. I TOLD her the pointy ones would pinch her toes. She didn’t care.
I told her how dusty and dirty the black pair would get while riding on the ranch and wouldn’t brown make more sense?
…bad move Mom. You know what that wins you? That wins you a daughter who orders EVERYTHING in black.
Like I said…CONVENT. Anyone know a good one?