Today La asked if she could dress like a ballerina for school. I started to say no, but then considered the fact that starting two weeks from now, she will have to wear a uniform to school.
As you can see, I conceded.
Tutu tank top from Aunt Ashley; Leg warmers from GoodyTwoShoes shop on Etsy; Umbrella from Uncle Aaron.
When I picked her up this afternoon, her entire outfit was covered in bright red splotches and she was running around in circles, giggling like a lunatic. The following conversation ensued after I managed to corral her:
Me: So, you had spaghetti for lunch, huh?
La: Yeah. How did you know that?
Me: Look at your shirt.
La: Oh.
Me: And whose birthday was it?
La: Sebastian's. How did you know?
Me: You only act like this (makes cuckoo gesture with finger near ear while simultaneously crossing eyes and sticking tongue out) when you've had chocolate.
La: Oh.
Man, do I have my kid figured out or what?
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