Isa walked downstairs in a t shirt and underwear. That was not disturbing. What was disturbing was that she was wearing her sister's underwear. It wouldn't be a big deal, but Em is half her size. The underwear looked like a Dora the Explorer thong. Exacerbated by the fact that Isa had the underwear on backwards.
"Why are you wearing Emily's underwear?"
"Because she's wearing mine."
What?!?!? What the hell?
"Emily!!!"
She came bouncing downstairs and was, indeed, wearing Isa's underwear. It was sagging so much that she had to hold it up while she stood there. So I looked at my two girls. Girls I often tell people are brilliant. One having to hold her underwear up like a gangster - except that instead of jeans she's OG in pink polka dots. The other in britches so tight that she has a muffin top coming out at every seam. Every seam. Dora looks like some weird acid trip or Dali painting.
"Aren't either of you uncomfortable?!?!"
Cheerful "no" from both of my genius daughters.
"Okay then. When you get dressed for school tomorrow everybody wears her own underwear."
They agreed and bounded back upstairs. Sometimes you just gotta pick your battles.
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