I'm used to my daughter liking cars, mud, trains, balls and blocks. I'm okay with that, I really am. But at some point this afternoon, Bailey decided she wanted to wear one particular super-frilly pink dress, its matching hair band, and a pair of white shoes. She then deemed herself "a princess." She was quite impressed, admiring herself in the mirror. She then said, "a PINK princess," and suddenly I felt like I had the frilly little girly girl that almost every woman on this planet yearns for.
...And she's all mine.
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