prefacing this with…
I got SO sick over New Year’s that I was actually in bed for almost a week. THAT NEVER HAPPENS. EVER. So, I coped by watching 8 million episodes of Say Yes to the Dress, which resulted in the following conversation…
Eva: “Mommy, I know exactly what I want my dress to look like!
No strap on one shoulder and a strap on the other with pretty, fluffy flowers on it. Then I want the middle to fit me and then it will flare out here (pointing to her hips) into a BIG skirt.”
very cute, but following by this laughably disturbing exchange after I failed to notice the gaggle of male “bridesmen” accompanying a particular bride…
Eva: “Mommy, what’s a gay bar?
Me: it’s a place where people celebrate & are really happy!
Finally…
Charley, piping up from her spot on the couch where she is ignoring the show and playing a music game on Eva’s iPod: I’m not wearing a dress when I get married!
Me: are you going to wear jeans?
Charley: no.
Me: cargo pants?
Charley: No.
Me: well, what ARE you going to wear?
Charley: a tuxedo! And I’m going to make alll the boys wear dresses!
Meanwhile….max is snuggled in next to me taking this entire thing in….
They need to stay little. For a long time.
love,
tiff