Growing up

My child wore a size 12 jeans - literally - last Thursday. This morning, she tries on said jeans and they do not fit. And, I'm not talking about the "this is probably the last time you can wear those pants" kind of don't fit. She could barely hike them up, even with that little jump up and down move she apparently learned from watching her mother trying to wrestle on pants. I never expected to have to start my day off with explaining to my daughter what people refer to as camel-toe!


Three pair of jeans later, she managed to find a pair that fit - but seriously, how does that happen? She literally outgrew them in 2 days. This is some kind of cruel joke... it's not enough that I'm the parent of a teenager next week, but now I'm the parent of a young lady too. I supposed to be the young lady. I guess my only hope is for the day when someone mistakes us for sisters.