Yesterday, Zoey's elementary school had Team Spirit Day. The children were supposed to wear a t-shirt, sweatshirt, or jacket with their favorite team's logo. Since Zoey still doesn't really care about sports (and if she follows in her mother's footsteps, she never will), she wore a Carolina Tar Heels shirt.
At least that was the plan.
She wore the same shirt last year when her preschool did something similar and didn't have a problem with it. When I showed it to her yesterday, you would've thought it was streaked with dirt and read, "Princesses Suck," because she wasn't having it. She pitched a fit. I explained to her that all her friends would be wearing similar shirts, but it didn't matter.
When we left the house yesterday morning, she was pissed at me but was wearing the shirt.
When I picked her up yesterday afternoon, I noticed she wasn't wearing the shirt anymore. As she got in the car, I asked her, "What happened to your Carolina shirt? Did you spill something on it?"
"No."
"Then what happened to it?"
"I took it off."
"When?"
"As soon as I got into class."
I knew I was raising a daughter that one day would sneak into non-parent-approved clothing once she got out of our sight. I just never thought it would start in kindergarten.
GHS: 2
Song of the day: And We Danced by The Hooters
Smells Like Team Spirit
