Now if you know me, you will know that I'm not a mother who calls her lil gal a princess.
She plays like how her brothers do. Trains and lego are common. Peppered with dolls, baby trolleys and stuffed toys.
Yet, somehow she's been referring to herself as Princess lately. She points to the picture in the alphabet book and then at herself and sighs "princess"
"Who's the princess?" I would ask.
She would say, "me"
It does leave her dear mother a lil puzzled.
Perhaps, it's the purchase of this gorgeous flower girl dress that sparked that thought off.