Julia had been looking forward to today for at least a week. One of her classmates was having a birthday party AT A HAIR SALON.
Oh, the excitement. She's been telling everyone she sees about this upcoming party, and today, finally, was THE day.
I dropped her off around 3:00, right after school, and I dragged Alex into the building with me. He kept trying to escape, but I just wanted to be polite and escort my daughter into the building and not just drop her off and speed away (which would have been Alex's preference).
About an hour and a half later I went to pick her up. Bill was with Alex, so I went solo, and a little early.
Oh, my, such a sea of pink and sparkles. There were about a dozen or more little girls there, all with fancily coiffed hair spray painted pink or purple or glittery, or a combination of the three. After a bit of scrutinizing of the faces, I found my daughter. She had the blue cupcake frosting moustache and goatee.
I hung out for a while while Julia and her friends primped and preened and applied large amounts of lip gloss. Their nails sparkled and caught the light.
It was such a foreign world.
I wasn't ever – that I recall – a girly girl. I think I went through a self-induced girly phase, oh, about 13 years ago, where I was working out a lot and, in a further effort to improve my appearance, I started wearing nail polish.
That was the extent of it, except for the time around my wedding.
I'm not a girly girl. I wear nail polish on my toenails sometimes. That's about it.
She is definitely a girly girl, when she's not beating up her brother.
She's a funny mix of rough and tumble tough girl and dainty, preening princess. Today, she leaned toward princess…with a bit of Lucille Ball thrown in.
Heaven help me.
But more than that, heaven help her daddy.
Heh, heh, heh.