Today, Pookie went to her first birthday party. The party was at a store called Justice, which caters to ages 5-11 and is full of just the kind of crap I refuse to buy for her: makeup in packages diguised as ipods and cell phones, glitzy stuffed animals, stage-wear for children. Had I realized what the purpose of this party was, I would almost certainly have declined to allow her to attend. But, I naively did not, and so attend she did.
They made the girls over into rockstars. When I came to pick her up at the sandwich shop next door, where they'd gone for cupcakes, she was sitting at the counter (bar?) sipping a diet coke. Really! She has never had a diet anything in her life and has only ever had her own coke once! I was appalled. Check out our little superstar!
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