Conversation at the dinner table between Rachel and me last Thursday:
Rachel: It's Pajama Day tomorrow.
Me: For the whole school, or just your class?
Rae: The whole school. Can I wear my leather pajamas?
Me [speechless for a minute]:....Your what?
Rae: My leather pajamas.
Me: You don't have leather pajamas.
Rae: Oh. You're right. It's a nightie. Can I wear my leather nightie?
Me: You don't *have* a leather nightie.
Rae: Yes I do.
Me: No, you don't.
Rae: Yes I do.
Me: What does it look like?
Rae: It's pink, and comes down to my knees, and has skinny straps and is smooth and shiny. With teddy bears.
Me [relieved and kind of amused]: That's not leather.
Rae: Well, what is it then?
Me: It's fake silk. Polyester, probably.
Rae [in a very "to-MAY-to, to-MAH-to" tone of voice]: Oh. Whatever. Can I wear the silk nightie?
Me: Nope. Green flannel PJs with Tinkerbell on them. No highway option.*
Rachel: *sighs*
*This is one step past "My way or the highway". It's just my way, no arguments.
What kind of mother won't let her daughter wear her leather PJs to school? Sheesh!
ReplyDeleteYou could have problems in a few years, LOL.
ReplyDeleteDid you at least let her bring her handcuffs?
ReplyDeleteDamn, Bibliomania said it before I could.
ReplyDeleteRachel kills me.
ReplyDeleteI'm assuming the chain mail dressing gown was okay, though?
ReplyDeleteYou may want to check any bags that come into the house from now on.
ReplyDeleteYou really need to buy her leather PJs. Train her. It could be a really lucrative career.
ReplyDeleteApparently there is good money to be made in domination. But now all her hopes and dreams are ruined. ;)
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