“When we come home every day I need to do a show. I’ll call you Loopsie and you can be the…. What’s that called again?”
“Yeah. A photographer. And you will take the pictures because you’re the best at taking pictures, but don’t tell mama that. She’s good too. And you can tell me if my shoes are fancy enough.”
“Are my shoes fancy?”
“Mommy, you will need to put on your pink sneakers if you want to be fancy.”
I really appreciate that she defines fancy based on who I am. I get to be fancy with my pink sneakers. She’s fancy in layers of twirliness and bows and glitter and all the things she loves so much. I was nervous about this part of raising a daughter, but she and I seem to be doing just fine.