
While I was running kids to and from soccer/swimming; hitting the hardware store for plumbers putty (no kidding) and shopping...Melissa and Reagan were out shopping.
Not just any shopping. Shopping for undergarments. This sparked this comment from Reagan to me yesterday, "Dad, this bra is really comfortable."
No. Nope. No-way, nuh-uh. My little girl? Where have you gone.
Mel cites all these facts while I cover my ears and chant "la-la-la-la". Her friends are getting them, heck one friend is already shopping in the feminine hygiene aisle.
Science has really let me down. I figured I'd have a time machine by now and would be able to keep reliving Reagan's years 3-8 by now.
I got to see one of these garments up close in the laundry and must say I was take aback by the lace trimming. I mean why does my little girl need some lace??? Mel, you've got some splaining to do...
Where are the breaks on this ride??? Am I really this neurotic? I am not sure there are answers to any of these questions...
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