Lucy asked me when she would be old enough to wear a bra.
Well sweetie, if age had anything to do with it, then I'm still not old enough to wear one. You need boobies to necessitate a bra.
Fine, I didn't say that outloud. I kept it within one of the voices in my head. But I did start the speech I'd frantically prepared in that 3 second moment of panic with, "Uh, well, you're not old enough now. And you need boobies to need a bra, baby."
I was just about to explain miracle brand how even though two times zero is still zero, when the time is right, I'll show her the tricks of the trade.And how if my genes have anything to do with it, she'll get all the downsides of puberty and none of the glory in upgrading to womanhood. Nothing more marvelous than double A's. I was ready to continue with this chat when Lucy interrupts my mental preparation of this stellar Let's Get Real Mother-Daughter moment with,
"Mommy, you said BOOBIES! Hey can I get this t-shirt with ponies on it?"
"Yes you can sweetie."
I'll save and edit this speech for a bit more positive self-esteem twist on it.
That's how I roll.
