I never knew how much I wanted to have a daughter until I had one.
And now that she is out of diapers, in love with princesses, dresses and all things girly, I am realizing just how girly I am too.
So when we went to the local dance apparel store to purchase her "dancing clothes", I think I was maybe just a little more excited.
OK. Alot more.
Upon stepping into
I will never tell.
They had skirts and frilly tutus and princess wands and tiaras and even ballerina Xmas tree ornaments and ballet shoes and bags with tutus on them.
And so was the girly daughter of mine.
In fact, she was so overwhelmed that she actually sat on the floor with a wand in one hand and tiara in another and said "I never want to go home."
Or maybe that was me.
Is it wrong that I wanted to sign her up for jazz? And Tap? And buy her absolutely everything in the pretty pink store?
Is it wrong that I wanted to sign myself up for ballet so I could wear pointe slippers and a pink tutu?
I restrained myself.
Until our next outing.
Gosh darn, I hope she never decides to be all "boyish".
Dumb Mom is a mom to dudes!
I like her alot.