Recently Miss Priss has started hunting down Big Brothers shoes, bringing them to me and waving them in my face while holding her little feet up in the air, begging me to put them on. It’s precious.
So, today while I was folding laundry I heared the familiar “EH! EH! EH!” and turned around to assist my youngest with her little game of dress up. However, this time she not only had Caedmon’s soccer cleats, she also had a pair of his underwear…and she already had one leg in.
I tried to pry them away from her but she cried like she’d lost her best friend so I finally gave in. As I type this she’s sitting in her rocking chair, happily eating her breakfast and very proud of her little outfit.