Yeah, I didn't really know either. Until last week.
First, yes, that is my daughter dressed in a princess dress. Specifically, that is my daughter dressed in short sleeves in the middle of December at a school function where the rest of us wore our winter coats to protect ourselves from the chill.
I have finally smartened up and conceded to letting my 3 year old wear princess dresses EVERYWHERE. Running out for milk at 7-11? Oh, hang on mom. I have to get my $40 Disney Princess dress on and deck it out with a crown, pearls and "click-clack" shoes as we like to call em'. Going down to the end of the driveway to retrieve the recycling bin? HOLD THE PHONE mom. I need to grab my ballerina tutu and my Sleeping Beauty ruffled shirt along with my pink rubber sparkly boots so I can walk 30 feet into public and PRAY that a neighbor notices me.
Honestly, I adore the dressing up. What frightens me is the ease with which she poses once she's fully dressed and realizes there is a camera within a one-mile radius. You'll note that not only has she mastered the hands on hips stance but she also now poses her leg and twists the foot ever so slightly. I've only seen that move one other time on America's Next Top Model. Tyra Banks would be oh so proud.
I think, maybe, my most favorite part of all is not the strangers "ooh-ing and ahh-ing" over her requests to "take one more picture of me mommy!" as she curtsies and sticks her rear end out a little more than needed... but rather, this adorable little princess who walks around like royalty exclaiming to everyone within earshot "I farted!" as she lets one loose for the hundredth time and then belly laughs hysterically.
Yep, that's my girl.
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