Another Reason Why They Are All Going to Need Therapy Someday

I was thinking about underwear the other day.

It occurred to me that I have never, ever bought Ginger a pair of underwear.

Now, before you go all crazy on me - please understand that this child has PLENTY of underwear.  Probably 50 pairs.   But I've never bought any for her.

Most of her underwear was bought for one of her sisters.   Both Maddie and CoCo grew out of this underwear before they ever had a chance to wear it.  I bought them both all kinds of pretty underwear - Blues Clues, Bear in the Big Blue House, High School Musical, Halloween Cats.  I was absolutely certain that if I bought the right combination of underwear those two would be potty trained before you knew it.

Turns out that I was wrong.

By the time those two were out of diapers, all of that underwear was way too small for them.

Way too small.

For Ginger, they were way too big.  They were the smallest sizes that I could find (2T - 4T), and they were still too small.  She couldn't wear dresses because her underwear would fall down around her ankles.  She eventually learned to roll the top over a few times to make them tighter.

Here's the real kicker -- at 7 1/2 years old, those toddler sized underwear still fit!!!  Seriously!  She's got the tiniest hinnie of anyone I've ever known.  She's tall and a healthy weight and eats like crazy, but her butt is small!

Okay - so, I know that's bad.  But this is what makes it worse:

If I bought the underwear originally for Maddie, that underwear is now over 10 years old!  What kind of mother lets her kid wear underwear that is 10 years old!?  That's older then she is!!!

It's a wonder that social services hasn't picked me up yet.

Anyway - I did promise Ginger that I'd take her underwear shopping soon.  I still think we'll need to shop in the toddler section, but at least she can pick out characters that are still on TV.

One of these days, I'm going to get my act together.  But probably not tomorrow.


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