A Girly Girl

As rough and tough as Maura can be, she is a girly girl to the core. She loves jewelry - I have decided to hide my jewelry box because pieces have mysteriously disappeared only later to be discovered under her bed. She loves clothing - she changes outfits two, maybe three times per day, all dresses. She loves shoes - especially the dress up plastic princess shoes that look like they kill your feet. She loves makeup - I have several tubes of flattened lipstick to prove it. And she loves boys, I think.

Right now our Saturday ritual consists of breakfast, followed by a trip to the the gym, followed by swim classes for both girls at the YMCA. This morning, we decided to go to Starbucks as a treat (and I really needed the caffeine jolt). Maura announced as she so routinely does that she has to go potty. We know that no matter where we go, we will most certainly see the inside of the place's bathroom.

I immediately shouted "NOT IT!" before Jim could even blink. Ha! Yeah for me! Anyway, he could have used the women's bathroom - there was no one else there, no one would have cared, blah, blah, blah...But he chose to subject my girly girl to the men's room. And the rest of the story goes like this.

Maura: Gag, gag, gag, gag, gag, gag....

Jim: Why are you gagging? What is wrong with you???

Maura: It stinks in here! It smells like BOY!!!!!! Get me out!!!!

I took pleasure in that.