This morning I woke up to find my 4 year old shirtless, eating cereal at the table, swinging her legs.
Where's your shirt? I asked.
We needed it. She replied.
I went up stairs and got ready. She finished her granola and followed me around, opening drawers, putting on lipstick, filling up the sink up with water and sticking her feet in.
We grabbed all of the laundry and started a load.
Time for all naughtly little girls to put on their shirts. I said. Let's go find it.
It's for the prince. She said.
Sunday, May 16, 2010