A while ago, my sister was telling me about a fellow teacher whose 7-year-old niece cut all the butt cheeks out of her underwear because her mother refused to buy her a thong. Sadly, they make thong underwear for second graders. Claudia spends a great deal of time 'digging' her wedgies out. I can't even imagine what a thong would do to her...(REASON #679: Why to NOT purchase thong underwear for children).
The other day, Claudia was standing next to a teenage girl who was sporting one of those mini-skirts that looks like a denim ace bandage wrapped around her waist, twice. Due to her 3 foot stature and the bottom of this girl's skirt coming 4 feet off the ground, Claudia apparently saw more than she had bargained for. If only I had a camera to capture the look on her face.
I remain hopeful that when my girls are seven-ish, they will beg for Wonder Woman Underoos and that the trends of MY teenage years are hip and happening for theirs: baggy bib overalls and flannel shirts wrapped around one's waist. Although, they could do without the mall bangs and Camaro hair. Lord knows I did my fair share of Ozone damage for all three of us.
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I cringe whenever anyone calls my daughters "Claud" or "Mal". However, said together, it makes me think of a dynamic duo or partners in crime. Which, frankly, is pretty fitting. This site is dedicated to recording Claudia and Mallory's quirky moments. All of which I hope to remember and know I won't.
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