This is the question MiniMe asked me a few weekends ago as we stood in line for a cold drink at one of our favorite theme parks. As annual passholders, we can jump in and out of Walt Disney World parks on a whim. This particular weekend we were visiting Epcot with my favorite personal Disney Tour Guide and his family.
While it was just MiniMe and I, she took the opportunity to explore the answer to the great push up bra mystery. After I explained the lingerie concept (or torture device concept, you decide), I was then asked to explain all manner of bras . . .underwire, sports bra, etc.
These days, with MiniMe firmly in Tween years, she swings from wanting to be a teenager to wanting to be a little girl with whiplash inducing regularity. One minute she's playing with Barbies, the next minute she's asking for her own Facebook account. Yes to Barbies, no to Facebook.
So I wasn't really surprised by the random undergarment question. But what did surprise me was when a few minutes later she asked me to stand in line with her so she could get her picture taken with Pooh and Tigger. How could I say no?She gave the cuddly characters a big hug and smiled for the camera.
From Push Up Bras to Winnie the Pooh in under 30 minutes!
1 comment:
I'm experiencing the same whiplash sensation with my newly minted 6th grader son. It's dizzying sometimes how fast they go back and forth!
Sounds like you and I are on the same page when it comes to answering questions. I answer everything he asks (if I know the answer) no matter how uncomfortable the subject matter might be.
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