....now isn't it obvious that my son will think he has the coolest Easter Bunny Mom EVER!!
Of Course he wont.
Kids don't realize their parents are "cool" till it is too late, and that cool is gone.
Granted my "ears" are a bow and (I think) my "whiskers" are more likely war paint (which is another story involving poco chic)....who can deny the wonderfulness of a Little Mermaid one piece.
Now a little morsel of my childhood is based on "Golden Hill Road". My best friend soul mate, we will refer to as "Kelly" ,lived less then a half mile away. There was a hill across for our shack home that was, you guessed it Golden. We boarded ponies and had a HUGE garden. My mom drove either a two seat corvette with black leather seats or a suburban. Chances were always good that if it was 80+ degrees outside that Kelly and I would somehow be in need of transportation in our swimsuits somewhere, and that my mom would drive us in the corvette. Come to think about it maybe that's why we both have small asses....my mom burnt our fat cells on that damn leather.
Kelly and I both had both of the only two Little Mermaid swimsuits in town, and being best friends our parents enrolled us in the same swim class. Of course we couldn't both wear the same swim suit every week so we traded off...great for those who knew us...bad for the swim teacher. Needless to say we spend the entirety of the swim class being called by the wrong name.
Back to the photo. It is no surprise how sexy and amazing i look. I mentioned my artistic gypsy mom. She is quite the hot mess and nonetheless everyday I get MORE and MORE like her. Which as much as I hate it, I love it.
But my son will always get the best Easter Bunny!
The least some day, maybe 20-30 years down the road he will know i was rather....AMAZING!
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