Girls Night In

Things can get a little cramped in a motorhome. This evening, however, we girls had the motorhome to ourselves. My husband took our two boys to a barbershop concert. While our 11-month-old daughter amused herself by rolling oranges up and down the hallway, our oldest girl and I had fun eating popcorn (made on the stove top, of course!) and admiring at all the dresses the women were wearing at the Oscars. Our oldest daughter is only three and she thought all the women looked like princesses. I asked if she wanted to wear her Cinderella dress that she got for Christmas. She said, "No, it tickles right here," and motioned to her left shoulder. Sadly, like her mother, it looks like she will choose comfort over fashion. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to dress up more often and look "fancy", as my oldest son would say (as in, "Daddy, was Mommy fancy when you met her?").