An Alternative to the Tutu

Yes, the silly little girl is now four years old.

She is quite a character and already has her own little quirks. One is that she insists on wearing a tutu day in and day out. This morning she woke up crying when she saw that I, her sneaky and devious mom, had changed her out of her purple leotard and pretty white skirt while she was sleeping. I had tossed this outfit into the laundry along with her 2 other tutus and didn't have any alternative to offer for her to wear. She collapsed on the floor, wailing brokenheartedly. I firmly told her that her tutus were in the wash and that she would have to wait for them to dry. Louder wailing. She then caught sight of her green fairy wings, abruptly stood up, and with a bright blooming smile on her tear-stained face, happily asked, "Can I wear my fairy wings?"

We obliged her. With shining eyes and a quick leap, off she happily flew. Out the door and to the park, to scatter her laughter and cheer.

(And charming quirkiness, no doubt.)