While doing some online back-to-school clothes shopping, Claire informed me that she no longer likes polka dots, and that she wants to wear a lot of black because it "goes with everything."
Every single item she picked out was black or denim.
Isn't 6-1/2 a little young for a goth phase?
So if you see her walking around looking like a midget Morticia Adams, know that I tried. But she doesn't like purple anymore. Purple is for babies, Mom.
Also, we're growing out her bangs, and she refuses to keep any sort of barrette or bow in them for more than eleven seconds, so her hair is always in her eyes. I get after her, constantly, to push it to the side, "you know, the way Mimi wears hers?" but it doesn't do much good.
If she gets into my eyeliner, I swear I'm sending her to boarding school.
Middle child syndrome, y'all. It's a thing.
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