Scene One:
So when I dared to give Molly clothing advice for Friday, when she will be getting up in front of the entire school and has been told to “dress up,” she scorned my choices immediately.
I did not like her tone. A skirt flew through the air.
Keeping my voice low and calm, I said, “You may wear what you want, but I refuse to accept your telling me I don’t know anything about clothes.”
More eye-rolling, mocking.
“I was, as you may have heard, voted Best Dressed in high school.” Yes, I'm not above playing the Senior Superlative card with my 8 year old.
Her reply: “I wouldn’t brag about that. Everyone knows that was the 80’s.”
Scene Two:
Upon presenting my beloved son with a shearling lined hoodie from Lands End, I was distressed to see he rejected it because, “It looks like it’s for a girl.”
Molly agreed.
Jake continued, “Sorry, Mom, but I have to go with Molly on this one. She’s Present Day.”
So when I dared to give Molly clothing advice for Friday, when she will be getting up in front of the entire school and has been told to “dress up,” she scorned my choices immediately.
I did not like her tone. A skirt flew through the air.
Keeping my voice low and calm, I said, “You may wear what you want, but I refuse to accept your telling me I don’t know anything about clothes.”
More eye-rolling, mocking.
“I was, as you may have heard, voted Best Dressed in high school.” Yes, I'm not above playing the Senior Superlative card with my 8 year old.
Her reply: “I wouldn’t brag about that. Everyone knows that was the 80’s.”
Scene Two:
Upon presenting my beloved son with a shearling lined hoodie from Lands End, I was distressed to see he rejected it because, “It looks like it’s for a girl.”
Molly agreed.
Jake continued, “Sorry, Mom, but I have to go with Molly on this one. She’s Present Day.”
Sheesh.
