My second daughter is taking summer P.E. at her high school so that she can take an academic class in its place during the school year. Class goes from 7:25 a. fricking m. to 2:35 p.m. The first session of the day is spent in the classroom. Currently that’s the Drivers’ Ed part of the course. During the second session of the day, she dresses out in her school P.E. uniform.
The other day she left the house before I was up. After running errands was the first time I saw her that day. The first thing out of my mouth was, “Where’re your shorts?”
She smiled and tugged her dress down at the hem.
“What do you have on under there?”
More tugging and, “Underwear.”
“You’ve got to be kidding?” as I lifted the side of her dress to see her black undies. “That’s a shirt, not a dress.”
“I bought that as a shirt to wear over jeans.”
I looked at it again and remarked to my husband, “When I was a kid, we wore dresses that short.”
He shook his head.
“Don’t let me catch you wearing a shirt as a dress again.”
More tugging at the dress and her face turned the cutest color of red.