Musings by The Poet Loriet
If it's Not Chinese Soup, it's Size Four Shoes
(Dedicated to my best buddy who's Public Enemy No. 1 for not being there to buy Chinese Soup for his sweetie after her rock-climbing class ~ from your bestest friend whose daughter won't try on anything but Size 4 shoes that her feet positively SWIM in because she found a pair that size that fit her...ONCE. I understand!)
One or the other.
It really doesn't matter.
Take your pick.
Either can cause a
preteen girl to say,
"I hate you"
with tears welling
in eyes that still
belong to baby girls.
A girl wants what she wants.
If the shoes aren't the
"right size" or
she doesn't get the
soup she craved,
prepare for meltdown.
Hormones.
Peer pressure.
Call it what you will.
But the terrible twos
just keep on coming,
just slightly altered
in shape and consistency.
Just hand them their
favorite shoes and a
hot bowl of Chinese soup--
and suddenly you are
no longer "the hated one",
but of course,
the best parent in
the world.
All you have to remember
is that it's ALL...
your fault!
Easy as pie,
sweetheart.
Lori Beal
One or the other.
It really doesn't matter.
Take your pick.
Either can cause a
preteen girl to say,
"I hate you"
with tears welling
in eyes that still
belong to baby girls.
A girl wants what she wants.
If the shoes aren't the
"right size" or
she doesn't get the
soup she craved,
prepare for meltdown.
Hormones.
Peer pressure.
Call it what you will.
But the terrible twos
just keep on coming,
just slightly altered
in shape and consistency.
Just hand them their
favorite shoes and a
hot bowl of Chinese soup--
and suddenly you are
no longer "the hated one",
but of course,
the best parent in
the world.
All you have to remember
is that it's ALL...
your fault!
Easy as pie,
sweetheart.
Lori Beal
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If it`s Not Chinese Soup, it`s Size Four Shoes
If it`s Not Chinese Soup, it`s Size Four Shoes
