Abbey loves her tu-tus. We have a couple that I made her, a few that came with pajamas, and one that's an actual skirt, and all of them are beloved and well-worn. Generally we wear them around the house (except the one that's a real skirt), but the other day she wanted to wear one to a playdate.
I try not to fight about clothes, since there are so many other things to worry about most of the time (like why it's not ok to "push Dylan with my foot"), so the tu-tu was a-ok with me. And yes, I want someone to remind me of this statement when Abbey is sixteen and leaving the house in something I hate. I remember how much my dad hated when I would pierce my ears in college (why I thought approximately fifty holes in each ear looked good, I don't know), but those holes are long gone, and those arguments seem so silly now.
When she pulled out the fairy wings? Well, at least it was a Halloween themed playdate...
Dylan and the monkey don't get the tu-tu
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