And, so as I am gathering up the last of what we need for the day and get ready to head out the door - I see this. Please excuse the massive head of hair - I am a firm believer in picking your battles as a parent, and this morning, her hair was not one of them.
And, then I start to wonder. OH. MY. GOONNESS! Who is the 'KID' and WHERE IS MY BABY?
And, then, HOLY BANANA! As I am standing in the living room, now taking pictures to document this cuteness, as opposed to ushering ourselves out the door, she then turns to me with this look, hands in her pockets and all:
I think to myself, again - OH. MY. GOONNESS!. I know that look. It was the same one I used to give my own mother - when I was a TEENAGER! NOT A TWO YEAR OLD!