Lexi is nine.
My daughter Summer tells me, “Lexi has been crying and whining around all week. She wants a bra. All I hear is, ‘I want a bra I want a bra I want a bra I need a bra.'”
I tell her, “No you don’t need a bra. You are nine years old, Lexi, you have nothing to put in it.”
Lexi says, “My friend Elizabeth has a bra. Her mother got her a bra.”
I say, “She got a bra because her older sister got one and she needs a bra. You don’t need one.”
Lexi pouts and pouts and cries and insists she has to have a bra and I keep saying, “Why do you need a bra so badly? You are only nine.”
The truth comes out. Lexi says, “Because I told Elizabeth I have a bra! I’ve been wearing my swim top to school all week under my clothes so she will think I have a bra! It’s scratching my skin, Momma.”
Summer finally gives in. She tells Lexi she will go to Target and look for a bra but that there won’t be any bras for nine year old kids. Continue reading