Okay, my four year old daughter came into the bathroom today and noticed my…"upper support” hanging on the door. She asked me "can we go to the store so I can get one?" Okay, the visions of my little baby being in puberty and needing a bra....I don’t remember the next few moments after that question. Things became blurry, fuzzy….like white noise, until I heard her flush the toilet and take her potty seat off the porcelain. Just the other day she told Matt and I that she wanted to stay a little girl.....I'm okay with that!
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