This morning, just as I was stepping out of the shower, the Diva wanted me to look at the hairdo she'd given her doll. And then asked how she'd wound up with that particular doll. So I told her. *
She got very quiet and said, "so I'm the only one who has a doll like this?"
"Probably," I said. She just grinned at me then went off to give it another hair style.
Of course none of this is what she should have been doing, which was packing up her clarinet so that she could get out the dang door and make it to school on time. Because that's how she rolls.
She did, however, take the doll with her:
(Not the best picture of the Diva, granted, but we were trying to get out of the door at that point.)
The Dude can never resist a camera. The Featureless Saint is hovering in the background, waiting for me to finish so that he can continue the morning routine of nagging.
* Going through these posts from the Boy's birth has made me all verklempt. Time does go so very fast sometimes.