My three-year-old daughter loves to pretend to be a puppy. But since winter set in few months ago, there is a new development. She likes to pretend that those flannel pyjamas with the zipper up the front are her "fur." Normally this isn't a problem, but this morning, for some reason, she can't make up her mind which puppy she wants to be. So she keeps switching back and forth between three different sets of flannel zips.
Then, of course, I have to call her by the appropriate puppy name. *rolls eyes* I love my daughter; she's so cute.
But really, a teenager in the making. I can just see her in twelve years, after trying on about sixteen different outfits.
"Mooooooom! I have nothing to wear!"
"What about the clothes covering the entire surface of your bed?"
Then I'll remind her of the fur story.:)