My daughter wants to be like me. I can't say that I blame her. I know that I think I'm pretty cool. I guess I am just happy that someone else thinks so, too...well, at least for now, anyway. When I put on my makeup, Finnley wants some for herself. She isn't happy if I pretend to apply it on her, either. The girl knows the difference. She wants the real deal. If I put on a hat, Finnley goes looking for hers. Anytime I grab a pen to write out a check or put together a letter, well, Finnley wants to "color"...just like her mommy.
You get the idea.
So, I guess I shouldn't be overly surprised that Finnley stole a pair of shoes from my closet the other night. She then proceeded to bring those shoes downstairs where I was holed up doing some laundry. The rest is history.
She crouched down to get those gorgeous heels wrapped around her feet. She mightily succeeded.
Next thing I know, she is strutting around the basement like she is on the cat walk at a toddler mini model fashion show.
And, girlfriend can strut. She walks (and jumps) better in those high heels than I do. She thought herself pretty fancy, and so did I.
I must disclaim, though, that I personally don't wear my heels while also NOT wearing any pants. Nor do I scratch my butt (at least not while others are watching). Those moves are all on little chick. So, imitate as she may...the girl is also a free thinker.
I sure do like this kid.
