The other day after a playdate with her best friend, Sister informed me that they had swapped underwear as proof of their friendship. Not clean underwear, but the underwear that they were both wearing at the time.
I'm going to pause here while you contemplate that.
I still can't decide which I think is more weird and unsanitary--Sister doing that, or me at the same age pricking my finger with a filthy safety pin retrieved from the bottom of my own best friend's mother's purse so that we could become blood sisters.
Maybe it's best not to think about it.
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I'm thinking the underwear would be better. In almost every case. They are only kids after all.
But I can tell you that not even my most best friend in the world would dare swapping underwear with me now. Contemplate that!
ya, I think I'd go with the underwear thing too...how bad can a little girl's panties be? Maybe I don't want to know the answer to that question.
I did the blood thing too!
Well, at least she's not best friends with Paris Hilton!
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