These are "skinny" jeans.
You know. The kind that are supposed to be skin tight all the way to the ankle. Apparently she is too skinny for skinnies 'cause they fit her more like riding pants.
It makes sense.
Both of her parents were the same way.
Many years ago.
Either way, I love this on her.
The boots.
The pearls.
The attitude.
The only way I can get her to wear pants is by letting her wear her boots with them.
Just this morning she was so distraught over the prospect of a day spent in jeans that she screamed at me,
"Princesses don't wear pants!"
Then she sat in time-out until she decided otherwise.
Recent quotes from our saucy lil sassy-pants:
You know. The kind that are supposed to be skin tight all the way to the ankle. Apparently she is too skinny for skinnies 'cause they fit her more like riding pants.
It makes sense.
Both of her parents were the same way.
Many years ago.
Either way, I love this on her.
The boots.
The pearls.
The attitude.
The only way I can get her to wear pants is by letting her wear her boots with them.
Just this morning she was so distraught over the prospect of a day spent in jeans that she screamed at me,
"Princesses don't wear pants!"
Then she sat in time-out until she decided otherwise.
Recent quotes from our saucy lil sassy-pants:
"Sassy is pretty...Yes. It is!"
"Can you fix my hair like Cinderella's? All twisted up...Like a cinnamon roll!"
"Yes, Sir!" To Mama. Whenever given an order.
"Of coarse I can!" About 40 times a day, in a syrupy-sweet voice. Seriously the cutest. Ever.
"I have such a cute little body." What am I gonna do with her?
"Guts." It's her new favorite word. She uses it as much as possible, anyway she can. My favorite yesterday was a little ditty she made up while playing with Jude,
"Stinky butt! I'll poke your gut!" Ugh.
