Emma wanted to wear the green dress with the red ladybugs on it. She was going to the babysitters' and insisted on wearing her fancy black dress shoes. I came in the living room to put my shoes on and go to work.
"You look pretty, Emma." I said.
"Thank you." she replied sheepishly.
"Nice shoes." I continued.
"Thank you." she repeated.
Abbie was in the kitchen and began to tell me about the conversation they had just had before I entered the room. She said that Emma had come out just as she was with the spring dress and dress shoes. Abbie suggested she wear shoes more appropriate for a three year old playing outside.
"Why don't you wear your new pink tennis shoes we just got you? They would be better for playing outside with all the other kids. Plus they are really cute."
Emma blinked and thought about her mother's suggestion, then expressed her own thoughts on the matter.
"Yeah, the pink shoes are tute (cute), but I want to be beaudiful!"
A few moments later, I just had to take a photo to go with this story. I am foretelling one of the reasons why I will not have any hair by the time this one moves out of the house. That reason is captured in this single photo.
Plus, I have another one only three years behind this one, who only twelve hours later was doing this - ARGH!!
Doesn't really matter though, because I don't like combing my hair anyways.
Right?
Right?
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