The Tuesday Bra

The kidlet came back from a weekend in the Hamptons with long time friends and showed us her stash of new goodies from a belated Christmas and birthday celebration. In among the clothes and I-Dog was a new item of clothing. A bra. Which our friends thought I might find provoking sice they stole my thunder about having a mommy daughter day. Well, maybe just a little. Of course that wasn't my experience growing up with my mother that I remember with any fondness or nostalgia. I cant even write about that experience in public.

So, my push back was to insist that she learn how to wash her underclothes. And I dragged out soap and nail brushes and set a very fine example. Kate wore her clean bra the very next day and when I asked if she had washed it out at night. She said, no, I've just thrown it into the laundry. So both Alice and I have called it the Tuesday bra which is only to be worn on the day after Alice does the laundry!!