This morning before Mackenzie left for school I noticed something that was alarming at best... she has a rump... a big one...
Not like a side of a barn rump.. but like "uh oh... small luggage - junk in your trunk" rump. ( sighing) She was wearing a cute leggings set with a little tunic... but the top was hiked up on the new feature. I am pretty sure this happened over night. I would have noticed that. I know I would have. I am a member of the "noassatall" club... I am envious of this attribute on most... BUT NOT MY KID. I was aware that something wicked this way comes due to small outburst and crying for no apparent reason erupting in our home on a bi-weekly basis. I am not ready for this... in fact, I am freakin' out a little.
I was not totally oblivious to my child starting to change. We have shopped for new undergarments and I encourage her to pluck her eyebrows that tend to grow across her nose. She has her own face washes to keep a nice complexion. It is a natural part of growing up. The problem with my child is .. she's pretty. I know I am biased but I am not alone here... She has a gentleman caller. He comes over every so often. Parks his bike in the driveway... and rings the bell. I answer the door and try to be intimidating and gruff... must not be working, he still comes around. She blushes and giggles... ( peachy huh?) My question is "When did boys stop having cooties?" and for that fact "When did girls stop having cooties?"
"Why can't they keep their cooties?" ( rolleyes)
So the writing is on the wall and no amount of scrubbing or clorox is going to give me the fresh clean slate, I so desire. My little girl is growing up and I am left with only two options-
1. buy over sized, slouchy clothes
2. crack open the Malibu Rum.