“Whoa! What are you wearing Ella?,” I asked.
“Well, it’s just my Princess dress.”
My three year-old sashayed into the living room, head held high. With her hands resting squarely on her hips, she said “Do you like my dress daddy?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle because this kid just changed clothes in a matter of mere seconds. No stretch of the truth here, this kid went from pants and a shirt to straight up Princess in less than sixty seconds.
She spied a pair of my wife’s sunglasses and promptly adds them to her ensemble. She started pointing her toes and spinning in circles. Her hands arced up like a ballerina as she turned clumsily on her tippy-toes.
“Wow, Ella! You are a great ballerina!” I encouraged her.
“I AM NOT A BALLERINA! I’M A PRINCESS!!!” she quickly retorted.
She then asked one of my favorite questions “Do you want to dance with me daddy?”
I swayed around a little bit with her, twirled her, and did a little dip. Come to think of it, it’s probably the closest I’ve ever came to being a Prince.
Before mommy came home, I texted her a little heads up that a Princess was near. Mommy came home, fixed her hair, and off we went to dinner. So, if you happened to be at Chipotle tonight, and thought you may have seen a Princess—well, you were probably right.