Molly celebrated her 6th birthday last week. She had fun being a birthday princess at school and we had a little family party for her on Friday night. She got some cute clothes and some cool toys, namely Trouble. I got it for her, since I loved it as a kid, and she should have the same childhood joys as I did, right? Besides, it blows Chutes and Ladders out of the water!

Anyway, my grandmother sent her a little outfit that consisted of a shirt, hooded zip-up jacket, and these blue/white camouflage culotte-style shorts. In fact, when I saw her open them I said, "Wow, gauchos!" I didn't know they made those anymore. Anyway, she loved it.

Last night Molly wore her new outfit to the youth Bible study at the church. One of the teens asked me, are those gauchos? I started to make a face and defend her saying, "Well, yeah, my grandmother sent them and Molly likes them, so she's wearing them and I know they are a little odd looking . . ." Cause I mean, to me, gauchos totally scream BBC circa 1985. I have flashbacks of my AWANA leaders wearing their sporty grey and red uniform shirts with these hideous, flappy, bell-bottomed culottes of modesty. Anyway, Amanda tells me, "Yeah, we wear those all the time at school." Oh.

So, she wasn't ridiculing my daughter's clothing choice like I had assumed, but was actually thinking it was cool that a six year-old was so in style. My Grandmother Tyler should start shopping for my clothes. It's kind of humbling to know that my seventy-something dear grandmother has much more fashion sense than I do. Next thing I'll hear is that my favorite tight-rolled frosted jeans are no longer rad. . .whaa? . . oh . . well at least I have my shaker-knit sweater, jelly bracelets, and leg warmers. Apparently I need to hang to them for a couple more years for when they become cool again.