The Schmitty Kids love to play dress up. Most of the dress up clothes in our house happen to be Disney Princess gowns. I've gotten a lot of hand-me downs from friends so there is a good variety of sizes. Sizes that fit my boys, much to Mr. Schmitty's chagrin.
My boys have NO PROBLEM dressing up in frilly frocks to antagonize their father. The more Mr. Schmitty sweats the more they find it amusing. He rolls his eyes, they curtsy. He moans, they twirl like ballerinas.
Today Gertrude (W.) and Matilda (T.) were dressed to the nines. I told them that as long as they were dressed like that, I would refer to them as Gertrude and Matilda only. They giggled and ran off to find their little sister, who I refer to as Dororella because she was wearing Cinderella's gown and Dorothy's ruby red slippers.
Matilda ran back into the kitchen and told me that he had caught his hem on a basket. I took a look and saw that the ribbon had pulled all around the bottom of the skirt. I took out a big pair of scissors to cut off the torn fabric before clumsy fell over it. Graceful, he is not.
As I was reaching up under the tulle he said, "Careful mom, you don't want to cut something else off by accident!"
I responded, "From the get-ups you two are wearing, I seem to think they've already fallen off!"