mothers, daughters and bikinis

So about a month ago, Abby began her campaign for a half piece bathing suit.

"Mama, this year I want a bathing suit with two pieces. A half piece mama."

Please, please, please she begged, grabbing any old two piece bathing suit we happened to pass in a store no matter what the color or style.

"You are too young."

"One piece bathing suits are better for you."

"Definitely not that."

Finally, we agreed on a tankini style "half piece" covered with lady bugs from Gymboree.

Approximately two seconds after we got in the door her clothes were off and her new half piece was on. She pranced. She preened. She bathed in it. She has worn it every day since.

Then today as several neighborhood kids played ball in the front yard, she ran upstairs and changed into her new suit.

"Abby, what are you wearing?" asked the six year old boy from across the street, curious about her random wardrobe change, I imagine.

"Ben," she exclaimed, tossing back her hair and putting her hand on her hip "it's a BIKINI".

And then? She used my hair products in the shower. My good hair products.

Someone please remind me again why it was that I so desperately hoped for a daughter?

Abby showing off her new suit. And notice what little sis is wearing in the background.