girly girl

.....computer still down, a quickie from work.....

This morning R dragged a chair across the kitchen floor, stood on it, and went into the kitchen cupboards to get out my downstairs perfume*. She then brought it to me, holding out her wrists and saying "Mama pitty."

You guessed it. (How could I resist?)
Mine would be the two year old smelling like lavender.

What's next? She's already picking out her own clothes. Matching purses and shoes?



*That's the spare perfume kept near the vitamins and glasses. Some (hectic crazy) days I forget to do the smell-good stuff upstairs. What, you think I remember everything? T'cha.