I don't particularly like clothes. LOATHE turtlenecks. Too constrictive.
It's apparently a trait I've passed onto baby chicken. I recall a day when she was about four, and I went to pick the kids up from daycare. I'd just gotten off work (wearing steel-toed shoes) and needed to change out of them. I dropped the kids off in the living room, changed shoes, and when I went back into the living room, baby chicken was already naked. Her clothes in a pile around her feet.
This hasn't changed much.
Or the time that I bought pale, pink jeans for my oldest chicken for preschool. They were SO pretty. And she only went a half day. But when I came to pick her up, the teacher looked at me and said, "Your daughter looks ready for a Tide commercial." Lo and behold, OC had sat in the wet sand to build things. It was the first and last time she wore those jeans. I never bought her any other jeans but dark ones. Because she's hands-on.
Middle chicken has a way with words. Who else could call bologna...circle meat? Or any pot roast that cooks in the crockpot...soft meat? Or a quarter...circle money. She's unique like that. Probably why she won the award for Most Creative writer out of the entire fifth grade this last year.
These things are inherent. It's who they are. And I've learned to embrace it, for the most part.
What about you? What traits do you have...have always had...that are as much a part of you as the air you breathe?
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