The neighbor girl spent the night last night, and she brought over some of her clothes. My girls were trying on her clothes, and Joy had asked me if she could wear a particular outfit today and I vetoed it because it was too revealing. The neighbor girl told my daughters that I was weird. My 3 year old reported this to me, in tears.
RACHEL: Mom! Shelby said you were weird, and you aren't weird, you are nice!
(Rachel gives me a big hug to comfort me because she expects me to be tramuatized from the news)
ME: Oh, that's okay. I don't mind if she thinks I'm weird.
RACHEL: Come on, Mom. Let's go tell Shelby that you aren't weird,
ME: It's alright, Rachel. All moms are weird sometimes. It's part of our job.
I thought it was sweet of Rachel to stand up for me like that.
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