Last Friday we had the pleasure of a night out to dinner with a great friend at a fabulous new Stamford restaurant named DUO. Earlier in the day, as I rummaged through Hubby’s closet pulling out some clothes for our dinner date (the man would be totally unpresentable otherwise - I’m Italian and vain like that) Princess stood in the hallway observing my every move.
themommykelly: “Oh my! It looks like Mama is going to have to iron everything that Daddy is going to wear tonight.”
Princess: “Really? Why, Mama?”
themommykelly: “Because if I don’t, Daddy will look like a complete slob with his clothes all wrinkly.”
Princess: (in her cutest high-pitched voice, the perfect fit for her petite frame…I so wish you could hear this kid speak.) “Awll winkily? Yeaaaaah. But he will still look pretty to me!”
THAT’S MY GIRL!… or Daddy’s little princess.
Enjoy your little girl’s wisdom as long as you can. They grow up way too fast
Ahh, that is so sweet. I love cute toddler voices. It’s the thing I miss most about my almost 4 year old and treasure the most about my 2 year old.
Awwww!
Love that special daddy-daughter bond. Though she may change her mind about the wrinkle thing when she’s a teenager and he’s coming to her end of year concert…