Bow Chica Bow Whoa...

PK (typical 4 year old girl - 30ish pounds when wet) and I have reached a point in our relationship where we've started to butt heads regarding fashion choices she wants to make. No, she's not begging to wear the belly shirts (yet) or jeans cut so low I see 2 inches of her bootycrack. Rather, it's all about the hair - or more specifically the hair accessories.

Typically, I could care less. My thoughts are that she is who she is, she can be who she wants to be. I can only cringe knowing she has decades ahead of her to be self-conscious and have esteem issues (thank you society).

Only on rare occasions will I actually put my foot down and demand (beg, plead) that we do her hair my way.

My way = simple style, one ribbon, bow, or headband will suffice.

The 4 year old way = every single freakin' bow in the accessory drawer simultaneously on her head. The more on her head, the higher the level of beauty she has achieved.

I think when it comes down to it, it's really my issue - not hers. I have hair accessory phobia because of the trauma I've encountered as a young girl due to the "big bow syndrome" my mother suffered from.(Hi mom, love you. I'm pinching you in the ribs right now).

If a picture says 1000 words, I can write a novel with these two Kodaks from my past.

I'm going to go ahead and not tell you who these top-heavy little girls are (in effort to hide their shame). Let's just say I might have shared a bathroom with both of them growing up. And let's just say I can remeber fighting over that totally rad acid-washed jean jacket.

And this picture - all I can say is HOLY BOW BATMAN!

So I ask you friends, do you ever remember your mother dressing you up all full of silly when you were growing up? And secondly, do you find yourself butting heads with your kids over fashion choices?