Tonight was the "fun" night to end a week of Vacation Bible School.
The Howler loves VBS. She likes the kids. She likes the singing. She likes learning the verses. She likes the games. She likes the themes. She loves her some VBS.
This one was particularly spectacular for her, as her age group was made up of about a dozen other girls from her school.
We were there, on time, for the program. It was cute, but, as mostly these kinds of things are, it was also an exercise in tedium. Thank God it only lasted about 20 minutes.
Our story tonight, though, features the getting ready to go part of the "fun."
The Howler decided she MUST wear jeans. She needs pockets. She must have pockets. Luckily, most of her jeans are actually denim capris (gotta love the waist to leg ratio she's got) and she needed a belt. Now, she has belts, but they don't go 'round her. I don't know why. I buy them only after putting it on her, and yet, by the time she wears it, it doesn't fit. (I'm tempted to just go to the Goodwill and buy some old ties. Seriously.) I loan her my tie belt (it's an actual belt, made to look like a tie) and as I get the belt on her, I notice a puffy pocket. I check the pocket.
Apparently, she believed she'd have an intense need for dental floss during the program.
I just don't get how her mind works sometimes.
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