I (of all people) should be wary about mocking or pointing fingers for the purpose of making fun of others. My 5-year-old imaginative cousin Bobby enjoys playing dressup with the all the little neighborhood girls around his age. His favorite character to play is a princess, and for Halloween his mom and a neighbor lady did him and the lady’s daughter up to the nines – roller set, makeup, nail polish, kitten-heeled Mary Janes, tights, panties, petti-pants, hoop skirts, crinoline and tulle underskirts, floor-length ballgowns, scepters, and tiaras. They were simply adorable, and I was secretly jealous of all of the favorable attention and oohing and aahing they were getting from pretty teen girls and ladies.
After cousin Bobby and his little gal-pal princess friend got back from trick-or-treating, I mercilessly made fun of poor Bobby, even to the point of shaming the poor little fella to tears.
When my gross insensitivity toward my sensitive girlyboy cousin was reported to my mom, she bought a cropped girly Princess tee from a teen clothing store in the mall, a pacifier and a gaudy Princess costume tiara from Target, and a shiny feminine lavender-colored
protective
plastic diaper cover from the adult incontinence section in a medical supply shop.
My new hairstyle came courtesy of my Aunt Jean, who is not only Bobby’s mom but a professional hair stylist to boot.
So now, at least in front of family and close friends, my bedwetting is no longer secretly kept under wraps but is exposed, in a most embarrassing girly fashion.
Family reunions really suck now.
I (of all people) should be wary about mocking or pointing fingers for the purpose of making fun of others. My 5-year-old imaginative cousin Bobby enjoys playing dressup with the all the little neighborhood girls around his age. His favorite character to play is a princess, and for Halloween his mom and a neighbor lady did him and the lady’s daughter up to the nines – roller set, makeup, nail polish, kitten-heeled Mary Janes, tights, panties, petti-pants, hoop skirts, crinoline and tulle underskirts, floor-length ballgowns, scepters, and tiaras. They were simply adorable, and I was secretly jealous of all of the favorable attention and oohing and aahing they were getting from pretty teen girls and ladies.
After cousin Bobby and his little gal-pal princess friend got back from trick-or-treating, I mercilessly made fun of poor Bobby, even to the point of shaming the poor little fella to tears.
When my gross insensitivity toward my sensitive girlyboy cousin was reported to my mom, she bought a cropped girly Princess tee from a teen clothing store in the mall, a pacifier and a gaudy Princess costume tiara from Target, and a shiny feminine lavender-colored
protective
plastic diaper cover from the adult incontinence section in a medical supply shop.
My new hairstyle came courtesy of my Aunt Jean, who is not only Bobby’s mom but a professional hair stylist to boot.
So now, at least in front of family and close friends, my bedwetting is no longer secretly kept under wraps but is exposed, in a most embarrassing girly fashion.
Family reunions really suck now.
This time as an experiment I decided to work with vector graphics. Princess image is a good enough for practice in this case =)
Diapered Sassy 