You have to know my great nice Trinity to love her. An outgoing gregarious and supercharged 7 year old child with an opinion about everything, she has the personality of a gossip TV host.
Last night during the World Series my sister (her grandmother) took her to Hooters for hot wings. The atmosphere was electric with excited beer filled fans anticipating a championship via 15 flat screen HD televisions.
The Cardinals were on their way to winning an 11th championship. The entire town has been in an uproar for about a month now. But when Trin (as we affectionately call her) walked through the hallowed doors of the famous sports bar/restaurant, none of that mattered.
What totally fixated Trin and changed the entire game for her was…………………… wait for it….. the Hooter girl scantly clad uniforms.
The conversation went like this….
Trin – Grandma, what do they have on?
Grandma – That’s their uniforms Trin.
Trin – Well, what, are they Super Women?
Grandma – No, that’s just their uniform.
Trin thinks for a few more seconds while looking at the ‘uniforms’, then offers one more question.
Trin – Well what do the BOYS wear?
I can’t imagine this experience traumatize the young child. But I do wonder however if she now has dreams of being a Super Woman when she becomes of age.