So I bought her a 6-pack of princess underwear and a 6-pack of brightly colored underwear with frogs on them.
Although L usually inherits K's old clothes - which also extends to undergarments, while I can still get away with it - I also threw in a small 3-pack of Little Mermaid underwear for her.
K LOVES her new underwear. Every morning and after school she lines them all out lovingly on the floor, admires them, caresses them, talks about them, wears them on her head and tries to decide which gleaming new pair she likes best.
She even invented a memory game with them, where she puts them upside down and you have to guess which princess or frog is on the back.
I guess it's been a while since she had new underwear.
She was so excited about them that I worried about L's reaction when she got her measly 3 pairs. But my youngest baby was surprisingly OK with with her 3 pairs and seemed pleased and touched that she got any new underwear at all.
But what really made L happy was when I presented her with all of K's old underwear. Even the tatty ones. She did a little jig of delight around her new pile of old underwear.
I sense that somewhere in there there's a lesson for all of us but I can't quite find the right words. I keep coming up with cynical stuff like, 'It's not the quality, it's the quantity,' and 'All you need is old underwear.'
But I think there's a deeper lesson here about being happy with what you have.
And Kristina, I'll let you know how that college thing pans out.