Shopping for girls

Children’s Place was/is having a summer sale, so I went to stock up on next summer’s clothes while the prices were low.  The baby is all set as is Jory for the most part, so it was all about Rowan.  I found skorts, which Rowan loves and I love.  She loves skirts but forgets sometimes to put shorts on underneath so it’s the best of both worlds.  A skirt and shorts, whomever came up with this was/is a genius.

I had the skorts in hand; I started looking for tank tops and t-shirts.  I found a few, the rest were too big.  Laid out on a nearby table were more tank tops, I went to peruse them when I noticed they weren’t tank tops but camis.  Why does a five-year-old need a cami?  And why does a five-year-old need a halter top?  Why does any young girl need a halter top?  

The first halter top I can remember wearing was a dress I bought as a maid of honor dress for Chi’s wedding.  It appealed to me because of Marilyn Monroe in that classic picture of her.  I later discovered I hate the feeling of something being solely held up by my neck. 

So I walked out of the store with just the skorts and the tank tops in her size.  Why is it that we want to rush the eighteen years that are childhood?  Anyone over 30 can tell you how quickly time goes by, particularly eighteen short years.  Why can’t we let little girls be young and innocent for as long as humanly possible?  Maybe I should take up sewing.  It can’t be that hard to make a tank top for a six-year-old, right?