Sometimes I feel like I should write a monthly update on each of my children. You know, like how new mothers write about what their newborns do each month...what they weigh, when they start to eat and roll over and whatnot.
Only my updates would include the ridiculous things my children do/say each month.
Perhaps I should give it a try.
And for part of Chandler's update I would tell the story of how she became trapped in her bra last night. No joke.
Now that the girls are in 4th grade, I bought them a supply of training bras and have told them to start wearing them everyday. It's just a good habit to get into. They take this direction very seriously, this training bra business. Yesterday, Chan was wearing a ruffled skirt, a cami (with a built in bra) AND her training bra. For extra...um, support....I guess???
I'm not entirely sure how this happened, but she decided to take her training bra off FIRST last night instead of the rest of her clothes. Why? I have no earthly idea. Because she's Chandler, that's why, and I guess that should be good enough.
So the child had both the training bra and cami with built in bra stuck - wrapped - around her head...and couldn't get unstuck. She thought if she could just sit on her bed she could untangle herself. So, that's what she tried to do.
Only she ran into the dresser, which then propelled her into the nightstand. She punctured her chin and behind her ear and then slid - bare backed, mind you - down the nightstand onto the floor, in a puddle of tears.
She was injured...from getting stuck in her bra.
Chris beat me in there and was all sorts of sympathetic. Casey ran to get me out of my bedroom and well, let's just say that I was less sympathetic. I couldn't help it. I've taken many training bras and sports bras off in my life and I know how these things can happen and well, its just plain funny when you get stuck in your clothes. So I laughed. Hard. And then Chan started laughing through her tears. And she wanted to call Meme to tell her what had happened. And when she saw the injuries she couldn't wait to go to school today to tell everyone about getting trapped in her, ahem, clothes and falling into the furniture.
I told her she should leave the bra part out when talking to her classmates.
And then she (in all seriousness) said, "Mama, I hope you blog about this, because this one is good."
I'm not sure if I am scarring the children by blogging about their embarrassing moments or if it is helping them see the humor in situations a little more strongly.
Either way, what Chandler learned is that the bra will get you every time.