I'm The Mommy

First things first, you may notice that it 'looks' like I took this next few pictures last night since S is wearing the exact same outfit.  You would be wrong.  As soon as her feet hit the floor my girl is making a bee-line for the, somewhat large, plastic box underneath her bed.  This is her most precious of all boxes.  This holds her Princess dress up clothes; dresses, tiara's, shoes (that are none too friendly to my wood floors) and jewelry.  If I would let her she would go to school, ride her bike, eat, take a bath or go to bed in them (actually sometimes she does - hey, after 10 minutes of running around a couch at 7 o'clock at night.... momma just doesn't have the freakin' energy).

Anyway, back to the original point of this blog.  So she grabs one of my many trusted hats.  I love hats.  I am a complete tomgirl and a runner, hats are just part of who I am.  So, she put it on and announces:

"I'm the momma" (Did I tell you I wear that hat A LOT)!!

Then for some reason she decided to change the setting on my hat.... Yes, settings.  I had it perfectly set to my head.  Hat people back me up here, you know where I am coming from, right?  As soon as you put it on it is the perfect fit.  It molds instanly to your head with no adjustment necessary!  So, she is looking at me, holding my hat out in front of her and she says;

"Momma I took the holes out"

Oh my goodness... My poor hat. It's broken. 
One look at me and she immediately starts saying, "I'm sorry momma, sorry, okay?" 

Tell me, could you resist that face?   If you said yes you either a) don't have kids, b) have really, really bad eyesight or c) are the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz and have yet to find Oz.... Just sayin'!!