As mentioned in an earlier post this week, our weather has been exceedingly beautiful. In fact, every year I live in upstate NY, our weather seems to get milder. We have actually had a decent spring with summer-like temperatures occasionally. With this, brings about profuse complaining from Little Chic who is perpetually hot. Combine that with school buildings that still have their heat on full-blast as if we live at the Arctic Circle. Under normal winter conditions, Little Chic will fuss and whine about having to wear socks of all things with her shoes, protest loudly about having to wear long sleeves much less any sort of jacket and insists that her legs will NOT get cold while wading through snow on the way to church if she wears a dress without stockings.
Because of her propensity for imaginary hot flashes I thought it a bit odd that she has been dragging out summer shirts these last few weeks and pairing them with, of all things, pants! Today when I asked why she didn't wear the adorable new skort (which she usually loves) that went with the new top she had on (with long pants), she informed me that her legs are ......"hairy".
Well....that is all this Mom needed to hear. First of all, I remember being at that stage in about 3rd or 4th grade and since the predetermined age of shaving when I was growing up was 12, I was in a pickle. I hit adolescence/puberty at a way-too-early age, so by the time I was 9 or so, I had the same problem as Little Chic. I remember being absolutely mortified, but luckily, the powers that be had pity and bent the rules at bit to remedy my own fuzzy situation. Second, as anyone who knows me can attest, I can hardly refrain from the opportunity to legitimately have an excuse to try out some new gadget or product that I've seen on the market. And let me tell you, that VEET thingy has just been trying to jump in my basket every single time I'm in the hair-removal aisle. The problem is, I'm not into the whole bother of cream dipilatories, since the razor in the shower is just too convenient so I really didn't have a proper reason to buy it.
BUT, Little Chic is just waaay too young to be trusted with a sharp, slicing device on her skin, so although I don't want to rush her into maturity, she came up with the problem on her own, and I had the perfect solution (hee-hee). So we made an emergency stop by CVS and found a thrilling discovery! Apparently Nair has jumped on the bandwagon and now has their own little fake shaver to use with their hair-removal cream and it was on sale (for half price!) So for $3.86, I got to bond with my daughter as we went over the finer points of female grooming, she'll be able to wear a skirt tomorrow and I got to satisfy the urge I've been resisting since the VEET razor came out last summer.
Oh, and I also got to explain the expression "soft as a baby's butt". She thought that was pretty funny.
Because of her propensity for imaginary hot flashes I thought it a bit odd that she has been dragging out summer shirts these last few weeks and pairing them with, of all things, pants! Today when I asked why she didn't wear the adorable new skort (which she usually loves) that went with the new top she had on (with long pants), she informed me that her legs are ......"hairy".
Well....that is all this Mom needed to hear. First of all, I remember being at that stage in about 3rd or 4th grade and since the predetermined age of shaving when I was growing up was 12, I was in a pickle. I hit adolescence/puberty at a way-too-early age, so by the time I was 9 or so, I had the same problem as Little Chic. I remember being absolutely mortified, but luckily, the powers that be had pity and bent the rules at bit to remedy my own fuzzy situation. Second, as anyone who knows me can attest, I can hardly refrain from the opportunity to legitimately have an excuse to try out some new gadget or product that I've seen on the market. And let me tell you, that VEET thingy has just been trying to jump in my basket every single time I'm in the hair-removal aisle. The problem is, I'm not into the whole bother of cream dipilatories, since the razor in the shower is just too convenient so I really didn't have a proper reason to buy it.
BUT, Little Chic is just waaay too young to be trusted with a sharp, slicing device on her skin, so although I don't want to rush her into maturity, she came up with the problem on her own, and I had the perfect solution (hee-hee). So we made an emergency stop by CVS and found a thrilling discovery! Apparently Nair has jumped on the bandwagon and now has their own little fake shaver to use with their hair-removal cream and it was on sale (for half price!) So for $3.86, I got to bond with my daughter as we went over the finer points of female grooming, she'll be able to wear a skirt tomorrow and I got to satisfy the urge I've been resisting since the VEET razor came out last summer.
Oh, and I also got to explain the expression "soft as a baby's butt". She thought that was pretty funny.
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