Girlie Girl

A neighbor (as distinguished from The Neighbor) gave The Child some new hair things yesterday. The Child is a very girlie girl but she has yet to really get into the whole primping/hair & makeup thing. Frankly, we're still working on the showering/combing your hair more than once a week/matching your socks to your dress thing. But last night, under the inspiration of her new hair baubles and aided further by the soundtrack to "High School Musical" she came to dinner all coiffed and adorable.

I don't want her to be obsessed with her looks, nor do I need any more competition for the bathroom mirror, but it is important at this juncture to encourage her efforts and she really did look very pretty.

"You look very pretty," I said.

"Thank you. And did you notice I have some freckles. Don't you think they're cute?"

They are and I do so I told her so, also mentioning oh so casually that fair skinned chicklets of Northern European descent do well do wear sunscreen every day. Which I totally forgot to give her this morning.

We have, as you know, our moments. But on balance I very much treasure my relationship with my daughter. Here's another glimpse at our mother-daughter magic.