"Wow, I could get used to that." She said.
I don't know how she's going to ever be a princess though, when she's decided she doesn't like princess-y dresses. Her First Communion is this weekend and our dress shopping adventure yesterday was painful. All the church-appropriate dresses she didn't like. The dresses she likes are more nightclub appropriate.
"This is for church. You're not auditioning for "All That Jazz," I told her when she begged for a tight little green dress that shimmered with sequins and glitter.
What can I say. She's a dancer. Dancing has taught her that sparkly things are pretty.
If she should ever find herself with a gig singing the blues in a nightclub in New Orleans, something tells me she'll have no trouble finding the perfect dress.
P.S. - Why am I not surprised there's an official American Girl First Communion doll?