Sunday, February 24, 2008

Touche

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:

Kitty said...

What, no picture?

kissmekaty said...

Of all the things we teach our kids, it is amazing what they retain!!!! Love Belly-bean!! xoxoxoxo

Stephanie said...

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.

Sue said...

Somehow this seems almost poetic...or is that prophetic. I recall that your room was pink when you were a kid...