I visited my mom's last Sunday after work. I walked in and observed two little girls that I did not recognize. My brother explained that of course he was related to me since he had just told them that he was my brother. I then heard voices coming from the kitchen that I knew. The little girls were the children of an old family friend. Well, they are part of a family friend clan. I grew up calling their grandparents Aunt and Uncle. I then saw my dog. I pitched my voice highly and excitedly said "LuLu! Lu! Come here". I proceed to do what I always do when I visit my mother's. I loudly greeted and rubbed the dog for a few minutes.
I then went to the bathroom to get out of my dreaded uniform that is so hot and sweaty. I put on some cute pants and a top that shows off a lot of my breasts. I went back to the living room where my mom was highly surprised to see me. She wondered when I had snuck in. Snuck in? I had practically screamed Lu's name. Oh well, she was just glad to see me and I should say hi to everyone. I therefore went around the house greeting everyone.
I then got back to the Wii which my brother had borrowed and brought over. The girls were enjoying themselves and I spent quite a bit of time with them. Some great moments occurred during this visit. I ate beside the oldest, eight, who is the same size as her year younger sister. She informed me that it greatly annoyed her. Both of the girls did not eat much. I suggested to the oldest she would have more of a chance of getting bigger if she ate more. She just looked at me dismissively. I then went back for my third plate of food, I believe. The youngest bluntly proclaimed, "You eat a lot." Of course I do. I love food. And! I am small in size, showing that people can eat a lot, be small but still adult size. I'm not sure why but I got the sense that being tiny was important to the two girls. The two gaped at me. Weirdness one.
I sat back down. The oldest whispered that my bra was showing. I looked down. Indeed quite a bit of my bra was showing so I pushed part of the shirt back in place. She told me that my bra was still showing. I said "Well, yeah." She told me, "That was just wrong." I told her that it was all right. I liked it. I probably should wear an undershirt depending on the occasion, but I liked my boobs. She told me that was wrong because I was a kid. I laughed at her because she knew my age and that I lived on my own. I responded that I was really an adult and I could show off my boobs if I wanted to. She again looked at me like I was quite strange. Weirdness two.
I had to leave early so I put my shoes back on. The oldest again noticed from ten paces away that... gasp!... I have hair on my legs. She came over to stare and I told her that I in fact do not shave. "That is nasty! Nasty." I will admit that I was a bit saddened but told myself not to get upset about an 8 year old's opinion. Weirdness 3.
Hanging out with the girls just made me realize, I'm no where near what they consider a typical woman.
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