I was getting Alison ready for school one day last week when I noticed that there was something wrong with the shirt I had grabbed from her closet. She has about a dozen white shirts that she wears to school, each more or less identical, but when I started ironing this one on this particular morning, I noticed that it didn't want to lie flat on the ironing board. There appeared to be some problems in the chest area. For some reason it had been made a bit blousier than usual, leaving room for... Holy mother of Christ, it hit me like a ton of sixteen-year-old boys. This shirt -- size 7, by the way -- had been sewn a bit blousier to leave room for breasts!
Somewhere there was a pattern-maker who felt it necessary to create a shirt that was loose enough to accomodate the burgeoning breasts of my six-year-old daughter. So here's what I have to look forward to. Every week or so, when this shirt is washed and ends up back in Alison's closet, I'll innocently pull it out, see the "extra space", and flash forward to a time when the boys who come knocking on my door won't be trying to sell candy bars or magazine subscriptions.
You'll have to excuse me, now. I have a moat to dig.
I sometimes wonder if my daughter is assertive enough to cope when the time comes when boys come calling. But I also know, that when she's lost her shyness, they'd better be wearing a suit of armour.
Posted by: David | April 06, 2006 at 11:47 PM
Hey, is there an email address I can contact you by?
Posted by: Sassy | April 17, 2006 at 10:43 AM