Our Little Bird kind of, sort of, halfway started school this year. She's not yet five, but she's eager.
She was elated when I told her that she could choose to wear any outfit for the first day of school. Of course, her feminine instinct immediately let her to the poofiest dress in the closet.
A few of the chickens (obviously ladies of delicate sensibility themselves) meandered over to drown in the ocean of ruffles.
Dear Birdie,
I'm sorry that your "school" has gotten the shaft since Christmas. Maybe I'll give in to your wheedling and teach you some more before spring comes.
Love,
Mama
p.s. You can wear the lavender dress with a sweater, a parka, woolen stockings, and mukluks. And mittens. And a scarf. And leg warmers. And a beard.
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