Bitches Are Bitches

My daughter is a bitch, and I don't know what to do about it. She and the girl across the street have been best friends since they were itty bitty. They are like sisters. They play together every day after school. They're inseparable.
  

A few months ago, a new girl moved in down the street. She's a nice girl. Plays well. Uses her manners. Pretty, wavy hair. It wasn't long before she became one of the pack.

This morning, my DD's best friend came over to see if she could play. My DD was totally excited to see her, but when she stepped onto the porch, the new girl showed up at the end of our driveway. The three girls all stood there staring at each other. Nobody said a word. You could have cut the tension with a knife.

The staring contest lasted about a minute. Finally, my daughter walked past her best friend and took off down the street with the new girl. Her best friend, odd man out, slowly walked back home.

It was painful to watch. Why are girls like this? The boys don't have these problems. They play ball and wrestle with whoever shows up in the street. They don't have to play with only one friend. Everyone is welcome. Why can't the girls figure this out?

Yes, my daughter is a bitch....in every sense of the word.

My daughter, Ruby, on the left, hanging with her new bestest friend, Remy, at her house this morning. Sally, her old BFF, was home licking her wounds.