Repressed

Look who the postman brought to our front door today. Hello, Kitty and Chococat!

"Why?" you might ask. Honestly, because I can't help myself. 

For 19 years I've been raising boys. 

Buying boy clothes. Boy toys. Boy sports equipment. Boy haircuts.

And the other kids in my family? 

Oh, please. More boys. I can't even live vicariously through my siblings' kids. 

Buried (not so) deep inside me, there's a mother of girls that has yet to fully rear her frilly head. 

And I will be indulging her with Hello Kitty until (if ever) granddaughters enter the picture.

So I foresee many purchases like these in my future.