It's your choice...

After our hectic weekend spent barrel racing in Tunica, now I need a weekend to recover from my weekend! We had a great time, and my twin girls got to enter their first really big show on their pony, Rebel. He is at least 35 (the first kid he raised is married with kids now, so we know about how old the pony is) and will still try to run if the girls will let him. They did great! Their runs weren't quite fast enough to place, but they were a little nervous. Their dad and I were really proud. I was trying to film them with my iPad and I don't think I breathed the entire time they were in the arena, so the fact that I didn't pass out is probably an accomplishment. Rebel tolerated the glitter rainbow on his rear end pretty well, and earned himself a new nickname, Glitterbutt. As their dad was applying said glitter, the girls were instructing him on where to put it. After he had put on red, silver, and blue, he asked, "Girls, do you want me to leave it like this, like an American flag?" They immediately replied with, "No! We want you to use all the colors. We have to give green a chance!" Damn political correctness. See what they are teaching my kids?
Anyway, before we left I was marveling at how quickly these kids develop a mind of their own. They have an opinion on everything, and they're not afraid to share. Didn't this happen too quickly? I mean, aren't there supposed to be a few more years where mom and dad are always right? I thought kids didn't get crabby and opinionated until they were thirteen. Shouldn't that be a rule? I think so.
The other day their dad was getting ready to take them to their Wednesday night church group. He had on an Under Armour type shirt and some soft basketball shorts. As he walked out of the house, the following conversation took place.

Child: Um, Dad, is that what you're wearing to church?
Dad: Yep.
Child: Really?
Dad: Yes. Is there something wrong with what I have on?
Child (tilting her head to the side): Well, it's your choice. I mean, wear whatever you want. But those look like underwear.

Ah, yes, my little fashionista. She doesn't care what she wears to school as long as no one's ever seen it before. I can hardly wait for the teenage years!