The other morning my four-year-old took me by the hand and pulled me into her room. She wanted to show me what she would be wearing to play in our backyard that day. Here’s what I saw:
A little later, she actually rocked the outfit. The only thing I can take credit for is the clumsy ponytail.
Her attire held up quite nicely to all of the day’s activities. The Jolie-esque lips are courtesy of a concrete faceplant the day before. The girl is tougher than she looks.
I only hope she is tough enough to allow nothing in this world (including her mother) to diminish that creativity and confidence.