Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The Diva Monster

Introducing....The Diva Monster.
As the (so far) youngest of my all girl brood, The Diva Monster is a unique creature full of drama, dimples and the much hated, insidious glitter goo.

Having never been much into the girly things like make-up, fashion, shoes or purses, I am constantly confused by the actions of this one. This is the one whose first camping trip was when she was 3 weeks old. She was practically raised in the wild. Dirt and skinned knees have been her constant companion. She was the much longed for boy that I still don't have.

Now, this new creature has emerged. She's....*gulp* girly. She wants to wear make up (on her face, not in her butt like when she was 3), walks like well, a diva and even went so far as to tell me that she's (and I quote) "too pretty to work"!! GASP!

While I mourn over the loss of my lost little companion, I am trying to figure out what the hell to do with this monster! So far, I've squashed (or attempted to) her dream of marrying rich and not having to lift a finger for the rest of pampered (she wishes) life. Spare me the "don't squash little dreams" speech, nobody needs another Paris Hilton in the world. I have encouraged the ballet thing, (at least it's better than the nine year old's cheer dream...which yes I do support...sigh) and I have even allowed pink in the house. The last one is the biggest. I hate, hate, hate pink.

Glitter, however, is re-banned from the house. That stuff is out to get me.