6 years ago, I freaked out a few of the moms in my middle daughter's girl scout troop by allowing her to wear a black skull cap school (what, you don't remember?!?)
WARNING: it was around the time I migrated my blog from Wordpress, back to Typepad (yes, on purpose!) so, the post is filled with funky little characters and stuff.
The spelling and grammatical errors, however, are ALL mine.
Aaaaanyway, my middle girl was 10 at the time and I was curious to learn (okay, remember) how it felt to be THAT mom.
You know, whose parenting philosophy is similar to yours -- on opposite day.
10yo: If I cut my hair off, will kids stare? Me: Maybe [one beat, two beats] 10yo: Can you make an appointment for me, today?
I've come to the conclusion that becoming THAT mom has something to do with your kid(s) hitting double-digits.
I mean, even my hairdresser has a hard time saying, "Girl, please..." to this kid and if you've ever watched Jerseylicious, then you know, hairdress-suhs are fierce.
So, yes, with the help of my dear, sweet friend Lorrie's magical scissors, I once again myself being THAT mom.
Then again, Lorrie's daughter's hair is a lovely shade of Skittles AND even Hope agreed with me in thinking it looked FABULOUS!
"Maybe when you're 12."
Because, you know, even us THAT (THOSE?) moms have our limits.
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