One crazy silly girl

Sometimes I wish I was little again, but only because you can get away with outfits like this:


She is the silliest little thing, and I love her to pieces. Every day when we walk Ethan to school she stops to pick up the roly poly bugs and toss them back in the grass. That way they wont get stepped on. Sometimes she brings them home to throw them in our grass, so they can make friends with the ones who live with us. She wont touch snails, but she thinks they are cute and wont let us stomp on them (especially the babies). Everyday she is some kind of animal, usually a form of a cat (hmm, she should be a wondertwin) but on occasion she is a dragon, a bird or well, just something else. Last year when we still had the tall Camelias she would hide behind them and howl, because she was a "wolf cat" and that was her den. I will be so sad when she grows up and doesn't want me to pet her anymore.