The kids and I went to Giant Tiger this week and they each had two dollars to buy a treat. Taylor chose, much to my chagrin, icing-sugar-coated mini donuts.
When Mike and the kids dropped me off at the college in the van, Taylor wanted to give me a kiss but I balked because she had icing sugar all over her face. Mitchell thought that was pretty funny so reached out with his icing-sugar-covered hands to give me a hug. I was too slow, and he got icing sugar all over the front of my shirt.
When I complained that he had gotten my shirt dirty right before I had to teach, Taylor voiced her chagrin at my self-consciousness: "Mummy! No one is going to see your shirt!"
Mitchell suggested we do an experiment to see IF the students would be able to see the white icing-sugar on my teal-coloured shirt. He suggested I back away from the car and stand in front of the stairs - yup they could still see it. Stand at the top of the stairs - yup they could still see it. Stand in front of the door to the building - yup they could still see it.
I was right, they could see my shirt. But I also exaggerated - there were handprints, but they were not "all over" my shirt. I am SO glad that I am writing these things down so I can remind her not to worry about what people think of you when she is a teenager!
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