7/52: A picture of my children once a week every week in 2014.
You know you have become "that mother", when you go swim suit shopping and find yourself asking the prepubescent Target employee, trying to pass herself off as a sales clerk, where the non-kiddie porn bathing suits are. This year, new older hair cut and all, Bunny desperately wanted a bikini. She didn't hold back letting me know she was going to be five. I waited patiently for, "everyone else is doing it". But apparently that will come later, maybe at six. And, I can honestly say based on my alarm at the two band aids and light day maxi pad they pass off as a swim suit these days, I am now officially classified as a prude. So using my stealth diplomatic cajoling, we walked out of the store with out a one piece, or a bikini, but a "your belly button can take a wee little peak at the sun" tankini.
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