my daughter.

Meet my daughter. My daughter who ran into the house as fast as possible after picking up Cannon from preschool. She had on a cute outfit with a ponytail and bow. In the time it took me to unload the car she met me in the kitchen looking like this. It happens all the time around here. Several times a day in fact. The transformation  happens in the blink of an eye. Her brother's shirt. Her brother's book bag. Her brother's jeans. Her brother's underwear. Her oldest brother's shoes. Her ponytail and bow quickly removed. A smile instantly appears on that pretty little face when the transformation is complete. Lord, help me.