This morning Claire changed her outfit twice. She first put on the clothes I had laid out for her. Then after a bit, announced she wanted to wear her new boots because her jeans were called, "Bootcut" therefore, she had to wear boots.
She tucked her little boot cut jeans into her boots and said, "They're too puffy here mom." Indicating to me that area around your knees where the jeans bunch up.
I said, "Hurry up! You're going to be late for school."
She said, "Just one second. I'm going to try my 'Skinny jeans'." And she did. She emerged very happily from her room. Jeans tucked into her boots with perfection.
Then she said, "Do you think I should change my shirt? This one doesn't match very well." Ugh.
Cut to her walking out to the car, all new outfit, looking about 10 years older, and happy as a fucking clam.
The teen years are going to be so hard for me. I just know it. Kill me now. No seriously. Kill me.
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