Moms Rock!
Rio made me a T-shirt. She got so excited about me bleaching my hair that she couldn’t contain her enthusiasm: she needed to make a T-shirt about it.
Originally, she wanted the shirt to say “blonde Mama”, but I pointed out that my hair is rarely blonde. In fact, it’s only been blonde for a whole week because I’ve been to sick to get out and buy the bright red dye I want for it.
She decided to go with the simpler, “Mom rocks!”
Rio was attached enough to this project to remember the idea two days later and insist that I take her to the craft shop to get fabric markers and stencils.
We brought them home and she jealously guarded them until we had an hour alone together. Then her masterpiece was born, right on our shiny new-to-us coffee table!
It says “Moms Rock!”, though, not “Mom Rocks!”
“It wouldn’t be fair to the other Mamas, if I only write Mom Rocks,” Rio said as she arranged the other letters. “I do like other moms you know. Like Michel, and Molly, and Sarah, and Arwen…” and she went on listing other moms we know who she likes quite a bit.
Yesterday, she asked me when I was next cooping at Serena’s preschool. “I was just thinking, you know, there are a lot of moms at Serena’s school.”
She gave me a significant look.
“Moms?” I said.
“You could wear your shirt. I bet moms will like that shirt.”
So there you have it, Moms. My kid thinks you rock. And that you want to see me in a tight yellow T-shirt with red stars on the tits.
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