When Ellen and I were at the library a few weeks ago one of the books didn't get checked out so the sensor beeped on our way out. It was the bag of books Ellen was carrying. We went back and checked out the book. It was no big deal. Oh, but it was. Ellen hasn't wanted to go back to the library since that day. She thought the police were going to come and she was going to go to jail. She must have only thought that for a few minutes at the most because I explained it to her as it was happening. She has become obsessed with getting arrested. "Do the police come and get you for driving too fast?" "Do the police come and get you if you have too much money?" She thinks about it a lot. It's kind of interesting to see the thin layers of neurosis form in your own children.
Speaking of thin layers of neurosis, I've told you before that I credit my lack of body issues to my mom's good parenting. She never put me on a diet, was weird about food, or commented negatively on my appearance except to tell me that when I slicked my bangs back I looked like a peeled onion. Of course, that scarred me for life--so it's that good she never took me off cheese. I have a friend whose mom took him off cheese. SPOILER: It didn't make him skinnier.
Anyway, you might think I should have body issues and I certainly strive for health and fitness but I've got to tell you--I don't obsess over it and I'm grateful for that. I try to take the same approach with my daughters (and sons--except NO CHEESE FOR THEM.) so I'm a little dismayed at the trouble "skinny" jeans are causing for 4-year-old Ellen.