Dear Zoe, aka my little drama queen, or drama princess-
Today when I picked you up from school you told me you had an owie and then proceeded to "cry" and say "oh NO, mama, it huuuuts, it huuuts SO bad- my owie!" I am expecting a huge gash or a scraped knee, but it is a teeny tiny blister on your foot where your "princess shoes" cut in. You insisted on wearing your fancy shoes to school today with no socks and even though I warned you that this would happen, you insisted, in true girl style, "Is okay, mama, I wear dees shoes. They my princess ones. They so boootiful!"
Speaking of outfits- you are absolutely impossible to dress these days. You insist on picking out your own outfits, usually have 3 or 4 outfit changes during the day if you get "durty" or your clothes get "messed" (messed up) or if "being a ballaweena is jus too hawrd". Even though most days you look like a homeless orphan princess, it's cute and isn't hurting anyone so why not. Also, I'm tired and pick my battles.
Here are some jems from the past couple of weeks-
Bathing suit, baby hat and tutu- having a tea party
Jammie top, tutu, flower pants, "princess" shoes
Gloves and hat, stripey tights, tutu, magic wand
xoxo, the mama