While decidedly not great, 2nd grade seems to be the time for kids to start picking out the sartorial differences amonst each other. I think it was around that age that the other girls on the playground started teasing me because I wore dresses every day.
Oh lord.
We moved from NYC when I was in first grade, and a year or two later came back for a visit and I saw my then best friend. Prior to leaving NY we were on a strict, Em-level SKIRTS ONLY regime. By the time I came back of course, I was up to PANTS PANTS PANTS NO SKIRTS NO HOW but to try to be nice or something, I dug a skirt out of my closet and wore it. And she was wearing pants and I was so betrayed and angsty and emo eleventy I can't even believe. Only inside, I didn't pitch a fit or anything, but I totally remember feeling like I'd been totally conned or something.
That may have been my first encounter with "you are not the center of the universe and other people don't go into stasis just because you're not around." Most memorable one, anyway.
although last year I had to explain to the teacher where he learned to whisper "Fuckity fuckity fuckity fuckity fuck!"
Kara, right?
Deena, your children have excellent parents.
Em is both cute like woah, and Startlingly Grownup!
Whew. Maybe more than anyone wanted to know.
In absolute sincerity, I've
thoroughly
enjoyed hearing your updates about your little 'uns. Sheesh, I remember the excitement of seeing you post the first photos of you and wee Aiden still in hospital - heck, further back when he was but a bump! And it's amazing to me that Kara's such a big girl now! Your post made me want to hug the hell out of the both of them, and wrap them up in cotton wool (...I suspect I'd be a terribly clingy parent). Bless.
Kara is, once again, me.
I don't remember the clothes torment beginning before the 5th grade. There was plenty of other torment, though.
Em is too adorable! And so big!
ETA: Happy birthday to Emmett!!
My customer's last name is Rimrott. I would change my name.
My customer's last name is Rimrott. I would change my name.
A couple of weeks ago I had a female customer on the phone whose first name was Michelin.
ETA: I did not ask if she was tire-d.
I've read too much slash to be comfortable with a person named Rimrott.
