If you didn't know me when I was 2 or so, you may not be aware that for a solid two+ years of my life I carried around a silk pair of my mama's pink and purple patterned panties. I know, shocking. What's worse is my "cousin" Jake that coupled with me to prom my junior year, spilled the beans to the dinner table at a fancy restaurant. In my defense, they were silk -- much like Baby Girl's taggie blankie that we never leave home without. There's just something about that feeling that's so darn soothing -- and maybe a genetic obsession.
In my mama's defense, she claims they were "new."
My point of the post though is I've finally figured out how it came to be that I was bringing these pretty panties out in public through most of my toddler years. This morning, in preparation for a visit to see Dora the Explorer, BG was choosing her big girl panties for the day. When she couldn't decide, Grammie told her she could have both, one to wear and one to play with -- WHAT? And that my friends is how it comes to be that we'll be bringing a second pair of panties with us to the FOX theater. Thank Heavens to the creator of the Taggie blankie, who's saving me the embarrassment passed on through generations.
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