Claudia has decided what she wants to be for Halloween.
She is seven years old.
What on earth have I created?
I will take partial credit.
The Goon Squad’s birth announcement featured a picture of the twins wearing Misfit’s onesies.
Then there was this.
Then I praised her when she wanted these.
But none of those are sexy.
Maybe if the child in the photograph wasn’t wearing all that eyeliner and lipstick.
Or if she didn’t have a red fishnet midriff.
Then again, knowing my daughter, she probably just wants the boots.
I like giving my kids choices and I am the fool that handed them a catalog and said “pick whatever you want to be for Halloween” but this isn’t what I was expecting.
I’m feeling panicky about my daughter becoming a teenager. About her liking boys. About her *deep breath* dating. I don’t know if I am ready for all of that. I know she is only in second grade, but the first seven years went by so fast I know that I will blink and she will be fourteen and she will mean it. Maybe this is why parents get all weepy about back to school. Maybe it is because it is another sign that your baby is growing up and things are changing so fast.
But probably I should just shut up and be happy that she didn’t want to be the bloody nurse.