As we filed into row c to take our seats at Emily’s end-of-the-year hip hop recital, we caused a bit of a ruckus trying to fit both Isabella and her giant tutu skirt into the small theater seat.
“Picking your battles, eh?” says a mom two rows ahead.
“You bet.”
“She looks just look one of those girls on Ellen.”
“That’s exactly the look she’s going for, actually. She doesn’t take this thing off.”
“There was a child in our school who wore a full evening gown last week. The teacher thought the sequins were a little over-the-top for senior kindergarten.”
“You know,” I said, pondering Isabella asking to go to school in full glitz. “I would let my daughter wear the evening gown too. She’s only 6. Her bum is covered. She is out the door on time in the morning with a smile on her face. And, honestly, it’s the one time in her life that she can wear a sequined gown or a gigantic skirt during the day and people think it’s cute.”
“TRUTH.”
16