Booby Trapped

I went shopping today while Olivia was at preschool. I actually--and I know this is crazy weird--did a bit of Christmas shopping. For Brigham. (Don't bother trying to snoop, B, I'm good at hiding things.) I was also getting a few things for Olivia. I scored with some denim bermudas and capris for $2.40 each. And then 30% off that. Not bad for some clothes to bridge the gap between summer and winter. (I don't think we're going to have a fall this year. Or maybe no winter.) So I thought maybe I would get her a shirt, too, even though she doesn't need any new shirts. She wears size 4T pants, but I have to buy her shirts in the little girls' department because she has such a long torso.

And now we come to the point of this post. I was browsing in the little girls' department--sizes 4-7--and saw something that I just couldn't get my mind around. No, it wasn't the styles that are too old for little girls. I'm used to seeing that. It was the bras. Seriously, little girls who are wearing sizes 4-7 are supposed to be developed enough to wear bras? The same size I wear?? Every time my brothers and I played super heroes when we were kids, Brian told me that I didn't have the boobs to be Wonder Woman. That hasn't changed. But I was well past size 7 before I started wearing a bra, and a training bra at that.

As I noted in my last post, Olivia knows she's a girl, and seems to base that solely on the two little dots on her chest. Which doesn't look any different than any other three-year-old's chest. I'm praying it stays that way for a while. I'm not ready to go bra shopping with her just yet.