And just when we swear we have been flat out driven up a flat out wall by our fabulous and fabulously maddening three-year-old son, Julie comes downstairs in the maxi dress she grabbed on a whim off the rack when we'd run to Target after nap, to ask Ted what he thought, and Joe turns around from his dinner and says, "You look goooood!"And then: "Mommy, why are you a princess?"
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