Well guess what? There's a new word in town, and my Megan is it's founder.
She walked into the kitchen the other day while I was rinsing some dishes ...
Megan: So Mom, how do you like my Jazz?
Me (not looking up): Your what?
Megan: Jazz, hello? How do you like my JAAAAZZZZZ???
I looked over to see her holding up her little arms which were fully adorned with several rhinestone bracelets.
Me: Wow. I absolutely LOVE your JAZZ.
Megan: Yeah, me too. Thanks!
Trust me, people. Jazz is the new Bling. If anyone would know, it's Megan. Mark my words: She's gonna' end up being the Trend Director of some clothing store like her Uncle Brad when she grows up. Or perhaps even a celebrity's personal fashion consultant. One thing's for sure ... God put her in our family, if for no other reason, than to make sure I don't commit some heinous fashion crime. And for that I am eternally grateful.