Baby Girl is 16 today.
We skipped school and went shopping. We got pedicures, had lunch and loaded up on make-up (For once, I bought more in Ulta for me than I did for her. How strange is that?). Clothes, shoes, girly stuff...
And then...
Who knew I'd be cool with a belly button piercing?
Turns out...I'm cool with it (even if I was too squeamish to watch it happen).
Haha...after re-reading this, I guess I should clarify. Her belly button...duh. Mine...umm...I'm too old for that.
