The P Word
January 5th, 2011
Well, it finally happened. Much to my husband’s horror, my daughter self-applied the P word last night. Yup, she opened up her adorable cupid’s bow of a mouth and pronounced – “I’m a princess!“
And, honestly, who can blame her? After all, she was wearing this.
This is what godmother’s are for. That fabulous bit of frothy tulle was a Christmas gift from Aunt Meg. Miss Mouse loves it. She paraded around the house in it last night, giving an occasional twirl, and could be heard repeating quietly to herself — “I so pretty.“
Yes, wee girl. You certainly are.