I Cannot Express To You HOW Small It Was

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My dearest D’Avonte was prepping for homecoming, and decided, wisely, to bring her dress in BEFORE the dance, so I could let her know if it was going to get dress-coded.

Me: “Okay, let me see this dress.”

D’Avonte: (Holds it up in front of herself.) “Soooo….isn’t it pretty?”

(Silence)

D’Avonte: “What!?”

Me: “I’ve blown my nose on larger pieces of fabric than that.”

D’Avonte: “But it’s pretty!”

Me: “I agree, I just wish there were more of it, because they’re never going to let you wear that to homecoming.  That would be a halter top on ME, and I’m not 6′ 3″ with half a mile of leg. Where did you get this beautiful scrap of fabric?”

D’Avonte: “My friend, Monique gave it to me. She’s a little tramp, too.”

Me: “I can’t wait to see her around the country club.”

10 thoughts on “I Cannot Express To You HOW Small It Was

  1. Totally. Cracking. Up! Ah, the joys of parenting and wardrobe choices. My daughter is off in college now so I don’t have to even stress about that on a daily basis. Just when she comes home from break and we have to go shopping for pants because she didn’t pack any.

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