Picture the scene, if you will.
It is seven o'clock in the evening. I am relaxing in front of the television watching Dancing on Ice with the lovely Phillip Schofield and too-glamorous Holly Willoughby.
I have sent IJ upstairs to locate her school tie for the morning. I can hear her rummaging around in her wardrobe taking a lot longer than expected.
By the time another 15 minutes has passed I am starting to wonder what she is doing.
And then she appears wearing a pair of hot pants and a too-tight pink High School Musical t-shirt that she has rolled up to show her tummy. She is also attempting to wear a pair of my high heels.
I tell her she looks lovely although I'm not too sure about the change of image.
Then she shows me her belly button and announces that she is a Pussycat Doll.
Now I am worried.
She looks very grown-up in that photograph! (Which one's you, btw?!)
Posted by: Tim Atkinson | March 02, 2009 at 12:22 PM
Tim, I'm the one on the right-hand side - red lipstick and brown hair, and notably the only one not displaying my stomach!
Posted by: Rosie Scribble | March 02, 2009 at 12:25 PM
Hmmmm. I hope she wears proper attire when you come round to ours Rosie. I wouldn't want her leading my two astray.
Posted by: Jo Beaufoix | March 03, 2009 at 12:35 AM
I know how you feel. My daughter's been staring at herself in the mirror for a while now. :-)
Posted by: kailani | March 03, 2009 at 07:11 AM
Jo, your kids always dress as the Pussycat Dolls, what are you taling about?
Kailani, they don't remain young and innocent for long. Heaven help us!
Posted by: Rosie Scribble | March 03, 2009 at 01:40 PM