I am thoroughly grossed out to the max by my daughter’s. Please don’t get me wrong, I love them dearly but I think they are putting on a front. Aubry continues to raise the bar to the brink with so many “OMG” moments. Madison is a close runner up with Aubry.
Their room looks as though some mad fairy came through spreading her pink paint, fluffy princess dresses and sparkly glitter in her wake. My daughters affection (or obsession) for shoes and make-up is no indication that she is concealing snails in little jewelry boxes under her bedroom pillows and hiding flat frogs in her purses.
Madison can clear a room in 60 seconds all the while making you gag as you bolt for the nearest exit. She’s perfectly content with muddy hands and grassy hair stepping out of the bath tub. She can wrestle with Jaden (her cousin) the toughest kid I know and I guarantee you he will tap out first.
I’ve watched these girls play in mud as though they were trained by professional mud slingers. I’ve watched Aubry pluck snails from her bare arm. I’ve watched them pass out cold on the couch filthy from head to toe and not even blink an eye.
This information is something no one ever told me about. After the numerous hours I’ve listened to the advice from willing family members to general strangers in public and not one person mentioned I’d be cleaning up the messes these girls have seemed to get themselves into. Not a single person ever shared any stories about how their daughter climbed tree’s as if she were a primate.
I will say, that I’ve seen tomboys before as I’ve watched my sister play along side the boys and fit right in. I was never one of “those” girls. We shared a room and due to the lack of funding my parents had we also shared a bed. My requirements were a must for my sister. #1.Clean Feet Before Climbing Into Bed. #2.Keep Your Side Of The Room Clean. #3.Keep Your Rodents Totally On Your Side. (I never had dirty hands and I’m pretty sure that’s why my skin is so dry these days).
I’m thinking it’s really a secrete society, having girls as daughters. With the Disney Princesses, the ribbons and bows and the fluffy dresses, I’m pretty sure the “other” parents signed some kind of contract stating you must dress your daughters up in public to ensure enlistment from non-daughter parents to try and conceive daughters of their own. This is to guarantee our future generations, because if these parents knew the torment of messes and weird thing’s in the purses of these sweet innocent looking beauties, they’d think twice. So the next time you see those beauty pageant girls, just know that she’s hiding tube socks under that dress or frogs in her purse.
Side Note: This isn’t a hater blog post, for gosh sake I’m a girl myself. It’s just to give the “other” parents are fair chance.