Yesterday, I made Merrick cry. She's a sensitive soul, so this is not such an uncommon occurrence. When she was younger, this would break my heart, perhaps followed by this, "Oh my gosh, I am a horrible mother, I hurt her feelings and made her cry," and then I would cry. These days, it looks slightly different. There are times that I feel bad. But, there are times that sometimes I giggle, and smile, and try to teach her about joking. (Although, I have been told numerous times, "Moooooom, you know I don't know how to tease!") That was yesterday.
Merrick had been getting ready for school. She had started with her panties. And I heard this: "Mom, these panties don't fit!" Thinking that maybe she had grabbed some older panties that perhaps were too small, I asked which ones she had put on. She showed me, and knowing that she had JUST BEEN WEARING that type of panties, I told her to put them back on, and let me see. And I said, "OH, hmmm, those sure don't fit do they?" And apparently my tone gave away the fact that I found it humorous that her booty no longer fit in the panties, because this came next, "Mooooooom, I can't help it! It's not funny!" Which might have made me giggle even more. And then, she ran to her room crying. I explained that I thought it was cute (which it was!) and that I would pick her some new panties for the day. So, I did, and we finished getting ready, and off we went.
And, of course, I couldn't let it go. (I know, I know, BAD mama!!!) So, thinking she might not be quite so sensitive in the evening, I said, "Hey Merrick, tell Dad what happened this morning." Well, before she had time, Taya piped in. "I'll show you what happened, look!!" And, proceeded to reenact the events from the morning, pulling down her panties enough to show her little crack, which again, sent Merrick to her room, to hide in the corner and cry.
So feeling a little bit bad, I went in, scooped her up, gave her some kisses and met Dave in the hall, where she was covered in kisses.
And then I heard this... "it's OK honey, you get that booty from your mama."
To which I replied, "HUH??? I'm pretty sure that your booty isn't so small either, DAD!!!"
But, here's the truth. I do have a big booty. And Dave's isn't so small either. So, our poor girls will likely have big booties as well. Cause it's in the genes.
And big booty or not, I hope they are always proud of those genes!!!