Don't Know How to Break This to Him

I took the girls out to Kohls this afternoon to get Tootie a new pair of shoes. If I ever mention going to Kohls again for shoes please kick me. I should know by now that they do not carry any shoe in my children's sizes that are presentable in public.

Anyway, Tootie spotted the rack of training bras in the girls section and starting telling me that she needs one. She's six, rail thin and nowhere near ready for a training bra. I'm sure her father isn't ready for her to be in a training bra, either. One day we had a baby, the next she's growing two rows of teeth and asking for a bra.