I stood in the kitchen loading dishes into the dishwasher when The Princess walked in.
"How do I look?"
I turned to see a stunning vision in pink. Pink t-shirt, pink pants, hot pink socks, and her shiny pink handbag with the fake fur around the top.
"You look fabulous!"
"I know. I look great and stylish. Do you know what stylish is, Mom?"
Sure, I thought, as I quickly took inventory of my own outfit.
Old jeans that are ready to split at the butt and knees, a black zip-up fleece spotted with white paint and dog fur, a pair of old New Balance running shoes being held together only by the laces, and my hair tied on top of my head with a pencil.
"Stylish...yes, it's when..." I started to respond, but it was already to late.
The Princess, laughing, tossed her hair and left the kitchen in a skip, singing, "My Baby Just Cares For Me."
Once again, I am humbled, amazed and in awe of this little person who's not quite 5.
4 comments:
What, no picture?
Of all the things we teach our kids, it is amazing what they retain!!!! Love Belly-bean!! xoxoxoxo
I think style is in the eye of the wearer. I am excited for the Princess because she is comfortable with her own style. And you are comfortable with yours.
Somehow this seems almost poetic...or is that prophetic. I recall that your room was pink when you were a kid...
Post a Comment