Thursday, April 30, 2009

My Lame Attempt at Story Telling....

It's fairly obvious that most little girls love to dress up. Well, okay, I should say it isn't strictly limited to little girls. It starts when we're little, and then it seems as women, we never quite get over the desire, no, the need to dress up, and wear something pretty.

My children are no exception. I don't know where it comes from. There is some innate force that drives girls to loves all things pink and princess. The same mysterious force that makes my little boy want to wrestle with anything that moves, burp in your face, and ask me to pull his finger, so he can fart. It's weird, really. Where do these interests come from?

I used to be convinced that certain gender-specific tendencies are learned. We treat our little girls like princess, and we treat our little boys like future pro-athletes. They learn to behave accordingly. I've thought that all my life. Until I had children of my own. When KJ was born she was a girl. (She still is, don't worry). But C was hell-bent on turning her into a tomboy. He didn't want me to dress her in pink, we bought at lot of "neutral" outfits for her. He would come home from work bearing gifts like footballs, baseballs, and trucks for her. He would hold her on his lap all day every Sunday, and have her watch football with him. When she learned to talk she would beg him to "watch the Jazz bear with him." We thought we had her trained.

We were wrong. When KJ hit about 18 months old she learned the words "pink" and "dress." And suddenly they were her only words. All she wanted to do was to put on twirly pink dresses, pretend to be a princess, and dance around. Believe me, she was never told about any of these things by us. I've never considered myself to be much of a girly girl, and I was perfectly fine having a tomboy for a daughter.

But, somehow, she figured it out. Maybe it came from her friends, although at 18 months, she didn't have much of a social life.

Since then, we've been watching her majesty live her life in one big fashion show. Although, she'd never admit this to anyone outloud (because apparently she's too cool, or too mature to play dress up now), but she still hasn't grown out of it.

Recently, one of KJ's friends, a little neighbor girl was over playing. At some point in their play, they decided to go downstairs, where we have a toy room, and a box filled with different dressups. We have a few rules in our house, when friends are over: stay out of the exercise room, stay out of the storage room, stay out of Mom & Dad's room. Simple rules that my kids know well (after being nagged by me alot), and are pretty good at following.

I don't remember exactly what I was doing at the time, but I wasn't watching too closely because I'd figured the girls had gone downstairs to play.
Next thing I know, KJ and her friend have come upstairs all decked out in their dress ups, and they asked me for something (a snack, to go outside--something I don't remember---it's not important).
Here was KJ, in last year's dance recital costume. Cute little sparkly turquoise short dress. Perfect for dress up after the recital was over. And then there was her friend. She was wearing a hot pink silky number, with spaghetti straps and lace, which was clearly made to fit an adult. I couldn't help thinking to myself, "Now, where have I seen that dress before?" It certainly wasn't from the dress up box.

And then, with horror, it hit me. This was no dress up. This was one my "special outfits" from my "bedroom attire" collection. Granted it hadn't been used since probably my first year of marriage, but still, it was hanging in the back of my closet, collecting dust. That is, until this day.
And now, my neighbor's little girl was wearing it. Somehow they had sneaked into my room, and found it in my closet.

My eye is twitching just recalling the whole ordeal. I was mortified, but tried to keep my cool. Clearly, the girls didn't know they had swiped my negligee, and I certainly wasn't going to let on what special uses their new found shiny pink "dress up" held. But, how do you gently say, "you can't wear that", without drawing attention to it.

So, I suggested the girls get dressed and go outside and do tricks on the tramp. Lucky for me, they bought into that idea.

As for the silky hot pink number, it's number is up. It is being retired. I'm thinking something like a cleansing burn away the memory from my mind.



Lara said...

Ha! I am pretty sure I would have died and then called all kinds of attention to the "dress." You are a smart mom.

Rachel said...


That, my dear, is the funniest thing I've heard all day.

Melissa said...

That is too funny! Not only retire the sexy little number, but maybe brain bleaching is in order

Erin said...

Oh boy. I think I'm glad I have boys, who only care about Spiderman and Batman costumes!

DeNae said...

Do you know how hard it is to not make a naughty joke about that dress and the phrase "do tricks on the tramp"? I want full points for righteousness here!!

2busy said...

Absolutely hilarious! The only thing better would have been a picture to truly burn it into your memory.

Heidi Ashworth said...

Oh. My. Word. How funny!

SO said...

Oh my that is so funny!! I too would have called too much attention to the "dress" You handled it well. Enjoy the bonfire...maybe you could roast some mallows over it then something good could come from this all.

Terresa said...

this is so sweet and funny...that the girls thought your lingerie was "dress up" stuff. So hilarious. I can't imagine what I would've done in that situation. I think mu eye is twitching now, too, just thinking about it! ;)

Jo said...

That was NOT lame, it was funny! Laugh out loud funny! I can't believe you didn't take a picture to share.

wendy said...

I can imagine the look on your face ---so dang funny, ok get rid of that one if you must ---BUT GO BUY ANOTHER --you'll be glad you did. So will "C"

wonder woman said...

I can SO see this happening to me. At least the girl's mother wasn't over to chat!!

And I know what you mean about the learned vs. innate behaviors. It's very interesting.

tiburon said...

Oh that is HYSTERICAL!!!!!!

I am laughin my bahookie off.


Roger and Stephnie said...

That is hilarious! I used to sleep over at my aunts house when I was little and she would lend me and my cousin "pajamas" to sleep in. It took me years to figure out what the "pajamas" she let us borrow really were. At that age, we had no idea but I guess they were the smallest things she had!

Mikki said...

So funny. I would have totally freaked out probably. GOod call, keeping it all low key.

Lisa Loo said...

Reminds me of the time when my 21 year old daughter was 10 and she came into the kitchen and with no warning whatsoever announced, "Rachel Ludington says you have to have sex to have a baby".


Talk about eye twitch--aaahhh!!