Last night, Lil Prince was running around like the Tasmanian Devil, climbing onto the toy box and jumping off with more exuberant energy than is recommended for his height and weight. Every time he leapt he would yell to wake the dead, “I AM Spiderman!”
Bay Bit was running a close second, but every time she jumped she would yell out, “I AM Sleeping Beauty!”
Today, for a few minutes after dinner, I turned them loose in the yard to play. I looked out just in time to see Bay Bit carefully positioning herself, face down, on the deck. “What are you doing, Sweetie?” I asked.
“Lil Prince shot me!” she said gleefully.
I turned to see her wilder half who was wearing his best tough guy face and pointing a stick at his sister.
And, of course, I had to get my own shot
at of the victim. I think she has the Sleeping Beauty role down pat.
P.S. Yes, my daughter does own other clothes (too many, actually), but she seems to have a special bond with her new dress from Grandmama.