Lindsey with her friends Talia and Lydia (our lovely Minnesotan guests!)Lindsey is asking questions lately. She's interested in all things woman... including vajayjays... oh, who am I kidding? Vaginas! (I determined long ago that I was allowed to say that on my blog). She's asking about bras and when she'll need one. Even hair. Down there. Some of this went down while at Target yesterday:
"Well, you'll get to puberty and then your breasts will start growing, and you'll get something called your period."
"Oh, I can't wait to wear a bra."
"Yeah, but it's better to have it start later because having your period is a real pain. Every month blood comes out your....(trail off)....We'll talk about that later."
She wants shirts with peace signs and only peace signs. She wants "cool" clothes, then it changed to "cute" clothes and now, I think, it's back at "cool" (particularly ones from Justice... have you seen Justice? Let's just say that she and I don't see eye-to-eye on fashion these days. She did, however, agreeably choose some other back-to-school items from my normal hotspot, Old Navy). She likes embellishments on her jeans and sparkly nails and basically, she's becoming a little woman (I wrote "a little whore" thinking that was hilarious and I'll do anything for a cheap laugh but then I thought maybe it would be taken the wrong way and after all, little woman is what I really meant. But now you know.). It's an interesting age, a fun one over all, but an interesting one to say the least. She's full of surprises. Last night I left the house for a girls' night just before her bed time. She ran outside quick as can be to say goodnight to me.
"Oh, isn't that sweet?" I thought to myself.
"Mom... are you wearing a bra?"
She just wanted to know, at 7:15 pm on a perfectly fine summer evening, if her Mom was indeed wearing a bra. She's caring. She wanted to ensure that her Mom's ta-ta's had the appropriate coverage. What a girl.