This was just too precious not to post. This is my three year-old granddaughter expressing her fashion sense. She is a beautiful child with a healthy sense of self. She put on these mismatched shoes, went out in the yard after a three-day rain, and picked some flowers (dandelions) for her papa. I have four grandchildren , but this one lives with me full-time and is, naturally, closer to me than the others. I fervantly hope to develop the same or similar closeness to my other grandchildren before I take the dirt nap.
Not only is she fashionable and one helluva good flower-picker, she is quite good at pointing out where the dogs have dropped their loads, shrieking "poopie!" whenever she sees a fresh pile of Lincoln Logs in the grass, on the sidewalk, or in the driveway. One of my dogs is very old and just does his business wherever and whenever the urge strikes, dropping dung piles the size of hybrid automobiles.
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