This afternoon I get to spent 2hours coiffing and primping Taylor for the Valentines Dance at school. She's pretty ticked at me because I won't buy her yet another new outfit for the dance, but I offered to do her hair as penance. I don't get it. How can I survive owning exactly 2 pairs of jeans and yet my daughter looks into her fully stocked closet and exclaims "I have NOTHING to wear" (insert annoying whiney voice here).
I guess her sucess at the dance hinges on whether or not the boys like the brand new shirt with the perfect pink shrug that they won't be able to see or decipher the color of in the dimly flourescent lit school cafeteria.
I hope someday she forgives me :)