My oldest ray of Sunshine marches to the beat of her own drummer, lives in her own little world and believes comfort and fun trumps being cool everytime.
It is very rare that she comes home neat and tidy...in fact, I should say she never comes home neat and tidy. Most often her arms/shirt/face/pants are covered in paint or markers, occasionaly dirt (who and I kidding...dirt is an "often" occurrence too...ha!). Her hair also usually looks nothing like it did that morning.
On this particular day, my sweet girl came home with markers all over her arms, a hole in her pants and the buttons on her shirt completely out of whack (if you look closely, you can see what I am talking about). I guess I need to take some of the blame for the shirt...not sure how she got out of the house like that...or how she didn't notice ALL day, until I pointed it out when we got home.
When I did point it out to her, she thought it was hilirious.
I wouldn't change a single thing about that girl.