I remember... do you? OK, maybe I don't either.
Right now my 2 yr old is sitting front of the TV buck-naked watching Dora the Explorer. "No panties Mama! Nakey butt!" Well, OK then. . . what's the big deal? If I could sit in my favorite chair watching my favorite show, in the nude, by god I'd do it too.
A week or so ago, my oldest daughter turned 11. She invited friends over, had her favorite cake and ice cream, she got gifts and cash - and spent time with her best friend listening to her favorite CDs and surfing the net. It was a good day, but of all the things she did and got, do you know what she was most excited about? Underwear.
She started Middle School this year. 6th grade - and in Middle School, you have to go into the locker room and 'dress out' in front of all the other girls. So suddenlt your panties become somehow the center of your universe, and she said she was embarrassed by her Sponge Bob and Dora panties (that she LOOOVED over the summer) She said they were the wrong kind and the characters were for babies.
Well she's certainly no baby, and I remember the trauma of dressing out for P.E. so, she got new panties, in a slightly more mature style (no, not thongs or any damn thing like that) And I'm telling you right now, none of my children have ever been so completely tickled with underwear. She squeeled and giggled and danced around - it was pretty darn funny.
So what is it I don't remember? Simplicity.
I wouldn't go back and do anything in my life over - but I'd sure pay for a few minutes of the simple pleasures like nudity, and new panties.
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