Dressing up as Tinkerbell and dancing to Elvis down the aisles of the grocery store could raise some eyebrows and earn you an interesting rep… unless, of course, you’re three-years-old – then somehow people think you’re cute, funny, free. Kids get all the perks, no fair!
So about the Tinkerbell dress: it was a gift from Paris (which J has not failed to mention to anyone who happens to ask her about it) and she has been practically living in it since it showed up the other day. I think it’s cute, her father thinks it has too many sparkles (they do end up everywhere, including his face which is rather adorable) and J just thinks it’s the greatest thing since, uh, I don’t know…her Merida Costume, I guess. One thing is for sure, she is one very happy fairy.