Monster

She is amazing. My 8-almost-9 year old daughter. 


Sometimes, she just doesn't get it. 


All of these talks and where am I now? Exactly where I have begun. The motherfucking beginning. 


We had a mother daughter day on Saturday. We did what any mother daughter duo does on a Saturday afternoon. 
We went to go see Paul Walker's sexy ass on the big screen. 
What?!! 
He does look mighty yummy in that movie with the cars. Five Fast or Fast Five..something like that. Look it doesn't matter what the title of that movie was, the fact that we had quality time to see a good looking man on the big screen is what matters.


While we were walking to the theater we had one of those deep conversations.
As deep as it gets for a 8 year old.


Monster: "You like my shirt mom? I'm wearing a bra. I need more bras"


Me: "Oh yeah? You should ask your father to buy you some then"


Monster: "EWWW, NO!!!"


Me: "Shush. Why the hell not? Just ask him. It's not a big deal" 


Monter: *Sigh* "I don't want him to buy them" 


Me: "You shouldn't be embarrassed. Call me when you get your period though, okay. I'll take care of that scenario. If its at school, your dads or at home" 


Monster: (Looking glossy eyed, nodding) "Umm. Yeah"


Me: "Wait, do you remember the conversation we had about periods? You remember what that is right?" 


Monster: (Keeping the doe eyed look, probably thinking about glitter and hair bows) "hgjkahuihgu jklag;jjklagj ruioah" or something like that.


Me: "Are you listening to me? I dont think you understood the last time. You promise you will call me? I just don't want you freaking out"


Monster: um. muttering under her breath something about her purple sandals. 


Me: Ok its settled then. 


She still doesn't know what the hell I am talking about.
Shit. 


She is more worried about hair accessories than anything else.
Oh Monster, you little shit you are so adorable and innocent.    
Momma loves you.