Last night my six year old daughter pranced into the living room on the balls of her feet wearing one of my wife's bras. She circled my wife and I twice like a model on a runway, and then she spotted her reflection in the sliding glass door.She sashayed over to the door and adjusted the bra.
"I look great. Yeah, I look great. I looook great." She fiddled with the bra for a minute. "I feel great. Oh yeah."
Then she spun around and left the room, holding the bra in place as she walked.
I looked at my wife. "Well at least she feels good about herself!"
"I am sooooo not ready for to have a girl."
(Photo courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/melissamaples/2887070187/)
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