Love to Look Pretty

Maybe we read her too many Fancy Nancy books.  Or maybe she just spent too much time with Grandma at the beauty salon.  But regardless of the cause, Bridgette loves to get dressed up.  Pretty dresses, high-heeled shoes, styled hair, and self-applied make-up

Most of the time I find it adorable.  Occassionally, however, it drives me crazy - like when she refuses to wear anything but a lace dress, even though we are going nowhere fancy, and I know she's going to end up running around outside on the grass or jumping around on the trampoline. This was the case last Sunday night.

Midway through our battle over outfits (I had suggested an apparently abhorant long sleeved t-shirt with sparkles), I threw up my hands in the air and let Kevin deal with it.

When we reconvened in the car (Bridgette wearing a long dress, minus the lace, but with glitzy, heeled sandals), I figuratively waived the white flag by saying, "Bridgette, I love that you like to look pretty."

Her response, "I like to because then I get the most attention."

She said it so cutely, but I'm pretty sure this is a harbinger of trouble to come...