Jacket: Bohme Sunnies: F21 Skirt: The Amazing Lace Swap! (see how other girls in the swap styled it here!) Tights: Kohl's Boots: Call It Spring Blouse: F21
The Indian and I had an encounter of strange sorts today. We were at the park, playing by the stream and you see, she’s started this new thing where she runs at full speed and spreads her little puppy arms and belly flops into the river as very hard as she can. The bigger the splash the better you know. She then tromps up and down the river chasing ducks, she does this for hours, FOR HOURS! It’s become quite the highlight of my lunches, oh yes it surely has. Well on this particularly trompfull and splendid day Indie was done with the river, quite through I’d say, soaked to the bone, so naturally she found another toy to play with….a pack of teenage boys.
Now this pack of boys was the kind of boys that cause mothers to lock their wee little ones indoors and close the blinds. They were a tough crowd you know. So Indie came up to them all, “Hey hey hey guys, play with me! You wanna? Oh will ya!!!! Please!” And you know what they did. They started chasing her, and teasing her, and calling her names related to that of the Asian culture. Now Indie I mean she didn’t care, what kind of dog would care?! Someone was chasing her! But I started getting all mamma bear on them. I was ready to tell the fools that they were cotton headed ninny muggings you know. My crazy eyes came out and all! But then the awkward gangly boys must have gotten distracted by their terrible body odor or something because they just started throwing dirt in each other’s faces. Crem de la crem those boys were.
Anyways, it got me wondering how the heck I ever survived childhood without plucking my limbs off and bathing in my tears of sadness. Because kids are BRUTAL! Like the time that all of the girls were playing on the playground and I was wearing just my cutest little rainbow skort (you know the mini skirts that are actually shorts so you can look dainty and PLAY HARD! HOORAH!) and all of the girls were like, “Ummm ewwww what is that on your legs?” And I just sat there and looked at my legs wondering what was wrong, is there a bruise, did I get peanut butter on my legs from lunch?? “Like do you not shave your legs! GAAHROOOSSSS!” People I was 10! Friggin 10, of course I didn’t shave my legs. I had child hair! Fine, wispy and full of joy! Well, needless to say I stole a razor from my older sister and was never seen with hairs on the likes of my legs again!
So I guess in conclusion. Should I shave Indie’s legs so she fits in with the other kids at school???? And also, should I go public or private schooling? One can never be too cautious!