I Think My Daughter Might Be Turning Goth, and an OOTD

Yes. I fear that My girly-girl-pink-loving-princess-obsessed-refuses-to-wear-pants L is headed down the path of black. I started noticing it around Christmas....singing carols would randomly turn into her belting out some sort of Halloween song. "Weird," I thought to myself.

Then the obsession began...constantly begging to see the "This Is Halloween" song (from The Nightmare Before Christmas) or the "Dracula" song. I thought it was harmless...I didn't know it was a gateway song.

Now she asks for stories at night about Princess L gets married to Jack Skellington. And then there was this jewel of a conversation:

L: My grandma and grandpa and doggie are all dead. They died. (um, they're not)
Me: Oh my, I am sorry to hear that. That is too bad. How did that happen?
L: You did it.
Me: I did?
L: Yeah. You made them eat too much food and you hurt their bellies.
Me: (a mix between shocked and amused) I did??? Really?
L: Yeah. And you smashed their birthday cakes.

And I smashed their birthday cakes??!!? What an evil bi-yatch I must be.

I promptly purchased her a pair of pink ballet slippers to try and steer her in the opposite direction. I think a trip to Disney World to see Cinderella might be in order.

In other news, I have been sick for what seems like forrrrrrrevvver. Which means I have been living in PJs inside the house, and workout pants when I leave the house (because I think they make it look like I just worked out. Therefore I have a reason to look like ass). This is actually what wore for Christmas day dinner. I picked this dress up at Kohls for like 22$. And I totally lack imagination liked it so much I went and got the same one in black. It it super comfy and, I think, universally flattering. Plus, it has short sleeves, so I can wear it year round. And look! I mixed patterns! Because in my boring mind a leopard print belt and diamond patterned tights counts as mixing patterns. Baby steps.

Yes. I fear that My girly-girl-pink-loving-princess-obsessed-refuses-to-wear-pants L is headed down the path of black. I started noticing it around Christmas....singing carols would randomly turn into her belting out some sort of Halloween song. "Weird," I thought to myself.

Then the obsession began...constantly begging to see the "This Is Halloween" song (from The Nightmare Before Christmas) or the "Dracula" song. I thought it was harmless...I didn't know it was a gateway song.

Now she asks for stories at night about Princess L gets married to Jack Skellington. And then there was this jewel of a conversation:

L: My grandma and grandpa and doggie are all dead. They died. (um, they're not)
Me: Oh my, I am sorry to hear that. That is too bad. How did that happen?
L: You did it.
Me: I did?
L: Yeah. You made them eat too much food and you hurt their bellies.
Me: (a mix between shocked and amused) I did??? Really?
L: Yeah. And you smashed their birthday cakes.

And I smashed their birthday cakes??!!? What an evil bi-yatch I must be.

I promptly purchased her a pair of pink ballet slippers to try and steer her in the opposite direction. I think a trip to Disney World to see Cinderella might be in order.

In other news, I have been sick for what seems like forrrrrrrevvver. Which means I have been living in PJs inside the house, and workout pants when I leave the house (because I think they make it look like I just worked out. Therefore I have a reason to look like ass). This is actually what wore for Christmas day dinner. I picked this dress up at Kohls for like 22$. And I totally lack imagination liked it so much I went and got the same one in black. It it super comfy and, I think, universally flattering. Plus, it has short sleeves, so I can wear it year round. And look! I mixed patterns! Because in my boring mind a leopard print belt and diamond patterned tights counts as mixing patterns. Baby steps.