Style

Onto something a little less serious....

My five year old has more style than me...sob sob....Really it is not hard and anyone who has known me long enough knows that I am not the girliest girl that has ever walked this earth. And now I live in a house full of pink and purple, and Barbies and Bratz (yes...I am "that" kind of mother) and fairy dresses and hair clips and shoes...plenty of shoes. Life has a funny way of making you laugh at yourself don't you think ?

Anyway Chloe is quite the princess. She also gets dirty, rides her bike too fast, holds worms and adores our dogs no matter how smelly they are. She is quite dog mad. In fact dogs outnumber dolls in her room. She has decided she wants a poodle...Of all the things I am, I am so so not a fan of small and yappie dogs. Give me a "real" dog anyday. Jess read in a book (and yes books are always right) that poodles can bite more than other dogs so she told Chloe that she doesn't want a poodle. I told Chloe I would never want a poodle. And little miss just turned 5 turns to me and says "I love poodles mummy because they have style." ( I tried to look serious as she was deadly serious.) She said "they have a wig on mummy (their long hair) and you can tie bows and ribbons on their hair and then mummy they are full of style." God help me when she is older. She matches her shoes and fills her hair with pretty clips and then goes and rolls around with the dogs. The joy of childhood...it makes my heart smile.