This morning, my almost 3 year old daughter ran down the hall screaming “Where’s my tiara?!” all the way until she reached her bedroom. The second she walks through the door, she spots a huge beach ball and says “yay my ball!” completely forgetting about her tiara mission.
While registering for gifts, I was on a mission to find “a cool gravy boat.” I have no idea why considering I hate gravy. I figured married people need gravy boats. Regardless, I specifically recall stopping in my tracks at the sight of a super awesome salt and pepper shaker. It was in the shape of mini asian people!
This morning, as soon as my daughter walked out of the room happily bouncing the beach ball in her princess dress, I realized that: a) i have the same attention span as a 3 year old and b) i really want a tiara.