My baby girl is growing up.This evening she shaved her legs for the first time.
Earlier today she came to me and said, "It's not fair. You let Sarah shave the summer before she went into fourth grade. Why won't you let me?"
Me: "You haven't asked me."
Her: "Oh. [pause] Well, can I?"
Me: "Yes."
Her: "Oh!"
So she shaved her legs (and a chunk of her finger in the process). She just came to sit beside me on the couch and, feeling her legs, said, "It's like my legs are a big chunk of butter. Now I know why Sarah admires her legs so much."
*Name removed to protect the innocent.
Earlier today she came to me and said, "It's not fair. You let Sarah shave the summer before she went into fourth grade. Why won't you let me?"
Me: "You haven't asked me."
Her: "Oh. [pause] Well, can I?"
Me: "Yes."
Her: "Oh!"
So she shaved her legs (and a chunk of her finger in the process). She just came to sit beside me on the couch and, feeling her legs, said, "It's like my legs are a big chunk of butter. Now I know why Sarah admires her legs so much."
*Name removed to protect the innocent.
FIRST GRADE?!?!?!?! Is that a TYPO???
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