So the other night, Sydney goes, “I have a dance on Friday night and I need a dress.” WTF? Kim is in bed with her recovery from surgery. So I take the kid Saturday morning to 3 different stores. She doesn’t know what she wants. She doesn’t know where to get it. She doesn’t know what size she is. Later that weekend, I learned she doesn’t know what she weighs or how tall she is. Who’s kid is this? So we ended up picking up a dress on a clearance rack so she would have something. That was all I could do. Oh, and I forgot my wallet. Some help I am.
When she shows it to Kim, they discover you can see her bra through the back. Dad fail. I don’t even want to know my kid wears a bra. So Kim musters up the strength and takes her out again. The product is shown below. Kim called up Julia, our neighbor, and she came and did Sydney’s hair all cool and stuff.
Well, lesson learned. I don’t know what I am doing raising girls at this point.
Dance went well. She danced with a boy, again.