I Was A Little Girl Once, I Promise

My friend Em had a closet full of 'dress-up' clothes. It consisted of some hand-me-downs that were too big and too out of style, a couple of old prom dresses, some old Halloween costumes, a few wigs and shoes that were either two sizes too small or two sizes too big. 

Hours we would spend trying on one garment after another trying to find the perfect look for whatever character we had decided to be that day. Sometimes we were princesses. Sometimes we were fairies. Sometimes we were poor little homeless girls. 

It just depended on our mood. 

And always, always, always we had to do each other's hair. Em had a million and ten little clippy things that one uses to hold strands of hair in place. They were all different colors and different shapes and sizes. We would grab pony tail holders and banana clips. We would use bobby pins and scrunchies.

It took us a long time to get the hair to match the outfit and sometimes we would have to redo the hair a few times in order look 'just right.' 

(See Prince-y? I can totally be a girl.)

But what's really anticlimactic is that we would spend all. that. time. getting. ready. and then we wouldn't even play pretend! Dress up, do your hair and make-up, admire yourself in the mirror, rinse, and repeat. 

Which reminds me of a dumb joke that I learned from Em. I'll type the questions and then you have to answer them. Don't worry, it's not a test or anything. I'm sure you'll do fine. 

Pete and Re-Pete are sitting in a boat. Pete fell out, who's left? 


Pete and Re-Pete are sitting in a boat. Pete fell out, who's left?


Pete and Re-Pete are....well, you get the idea. I told you it was dumb.