Saturday, January 24, 2009

girls, girls, girls

a. A group of animals, such as dogs or wolves, that run and hunt together.

They forgot to add girls to this definition. I took my daughter and 7 other little girls to a waterpark for her birthday. And it was fun.
If you define fun as: totally exhausting, please yank all of my teeth without novocain, and hit my little toe with a hammer.

Girls are great. We all want one. We dream of how we'll dress her in bows, cute clothes, and maybe we'll do our nails together as she gets older.
And then we get one. We learn that they have meltdowns at the drop of a hat and they have 'a look that can kill' figured out before their second birthday.They are so much more than cute clothes, manicures and hair. They're complex little creatures, miniatures of us. That fact is both enlightening, and frightening.
Girls can be the sweetest people, helping the younger girls, tending to a friend who is sad, and then...
something strange happens.
I'm sorry, maybe this is too much reality for a Saturday night, but really, we have to get it out in the open, we have to face the truth, frightening as it might be: girls grow fangs and their claws come out.
Someone talked to someone else's BFF...and war is declared.

We came home with the same number of girls we left with. I tribute that to God and small miracles.

1 comment:

Stephanie Newton said...

I'm laughing so hard at your post. Girls are the definition of d.r.a.m.a.