It’s official.  My almost 9 year old daughter has told me she is too old to have Disney Princesses on her butt and is now asking me to get her some big girl panties.

OMG!

When did this happen??  When did my sweet, angelic, over dramatic little girl grow up and decide that she needs big girl panties?

Today was the day when I realized I was not meant to have little girls.  I was meant to give birth to brood of boys who would fight, fall down, get beat up and come home with scrapes, broken bones and blood dripping all over my carpet.  Boys I know.  I can handle boys.  There is no drama, no nail polish, no make up, no dresses, no requests for strappy sandals or high heels.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my daughter but really…..a girl.  For those that know me….I am so far from girly it’s not even funny.  I hate wearing makeup, doing my hair, dressing up, painting my nails etc.  I was a tomboy for a large portion of my childhood and was pretty much the son my father never had.  I liked to hang out in the garage with him, go hunting, play in the dirt…..do things that boys like to do.  Now for the most part, my daughter likes to get dirty, play in the dirt and have her hair done.  I was extremely thankful the day she decided she wanted a pixie cut because she didn’t want to go through the hassle of having me do it anymore.  I’ve been doing just fine getting her the girlie things she needs here and there….a dress, a tankini, new sandals etc.  These are all things that I can handle.  What I can not handle is my little girl who will be 9 on July 22nd asking me to buy her some big girl panties because she is officially too old to display Ariel, Belle, Cinderella & Snow White across her cheeks!

Help!