Remember the other day? You know, when I first realized that my 7-year-old daughter admittedly accepted the fact that it's tough being friends with a girl and NOT be sucked into all the meanness?
How do I know this?
Because, I was a girl (once) and STILL feel the sting of being singled out for wearing a pale lemon yellow body suit, without a training bra, in the 3rd grade and (especially, if you were a girl once) you know that some girls grow up to be moms and are raising their girls the same exact way.
Or, not.
Right, or wrong, the girl can't help it…because, she's a girl.
"So, did you hear that So-and-So had a boy sleepover at her 13-year-old daughter's party?"
[eyes go wide]
At this point in my life, I don't insist on getting to involved in my kids affairs…as much as I used to…I mean.
"Yeah, actually I did, and my kid was invited and went to that same party, too."
Unless, however, it was my 13 year-old daughter and I found out a boy attended the same sleepover party….FROM ANOTHER MOTHER???
"Oh, but it's okay…he's gay!"