I’m feeling a little bitter tonight.
See everyone’s doing all this Back-to-School shopping, and talking about the cute, pink, frilly frocks they’re buying.
Meanwhile I’m out sorting through jeans trying to decide which ones will be less likely to get a hole in the knee, and explaining to David why he doesn’t need yet another T-shirt with Woody from Toy Story on it.
Shopping just isn’t the same when you have boys.
And then there are you moms out there who make the cutest stinkin’ things for your little girls to wear. I’m the first to admit that I’m not very crafty. But making frothy, polka-dot, cotton candy dresses might be good motivation to learn. I mean what am I going to do? Crochet footballs?
I love my boys. I love, love, love them to the moon and back! I wouldn’t trade them for all the little girls in the world.
But be honest. Just how scarred do you think David would be if I sent him to the first day of school in a pair of ballet flats?