I was flipping channels the other night and Lissa yells at me to "stop there!" It was one of those shows about child beauty contests and little girls dressed up like dolls. I always thought those things were weird, but, I don't make any big judgements since there must be some kid somewhere who likes it. Actually, it's the moms I find peculiar. They're always either plain as dirt or plastic surgery victims who mimic their kids routine on stage going so far as to poke and twirl their imaginary dimples. Very weird behavior. Anyhow, Lis decides she likes it. *
Now she says she wants to be a Booty-Tween. I said, are you kidding me? This is a four year old kid who thinks baths are punishment, screams when you wash her face and about has a spasm when you brush her hair. She asks if she can be a Booty-Tween, pleeease?? I say, sure. Then I put a plastic tiara on her and some blush. She looked in the mirror and said, no, not that. THAT. Points to the TV. She says she needs the dress, the shoes, the crown, the hair, the "mate-up." You buy it for me, dawma? Sure, I say.
Now she says she wants to be a Booty-Tween. I said, are you kidding me? This is a four year old kid who thinks baths are punishment, screams when you wash her face and about has a spasm when you brush her hair. She asks if she can be a Booty-Tween, pleeease?? I say, sure. Then I put a plastic tiara on her and some blush. She looked in the mirror and said, no, not that. THAT. Points to the TV. She says she needs the dress, the shoes, the crown, the hair, the "mate-up." You buy it for me, dawma? Sure, I say.
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Because that is my job. To let her know there's a place where she is the most important person in the world and she can have whatever she wants. Dawma's are not parents, we have one job and I know what mine is. Like the time she wanted a buffalo. I said, yes, I will get you one. The next weekend when she hadn't forgotten it (she usually forgets) we went to the farm store and ask if they had buffalos. The clerk said we are fresh out of buffalos, but, we have nice plastic buffalos. We bought one and she was happy. I figured she'd forget about the Booty-Tween stuff, but, she hasn't and it's kind of weirding me out. But, I guess it won't hurt to be a beauty queen at home and take some pics. If I start twirling my dimples while yodeling..just shoot me.
Because that is my job. To let her know there's a place where she is the most important person in the world and she can have whatever she wants. Dawma's are not parents, we have one job and I know what mine is. Like the time she wanted a buffalo. I said, yes, I will get you one. The next weekend when she hadn't forgotten it (she usually forgets) we went to the farm store and ask if they had buffalos. The clerk said we are fresh out of buffalos, but, we have nice plastic buffalos. We bought one and she was happy. I figured she'd forget about the Booty-Tween stuff, but, she hasn't and it's kind of weirding me out. But, I guess it won't hurt to be a beauty queen at home and take some pics. If I start twirling my dimples while yodeling..just shoot me.









































