Beauty Shoppe

Last night, I was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, and Ava decided she wanted to do my hair. Who am I to say no to that?!

(this, by the way, is her version of giving Daddy a really big smile!)

Then, she remembers I have lots of fun make-up brushes in the bathroom, so in the gurgly little voice she has, she tells me to "hold on, I right back, K?" And comes back with my make-up bag.

This has got to be one of the perks of having a girly girl! I praised her beautiful (although pretend) hairdo and make-up application on me. Afterall, why would I ever want to discourage her from doing this again?

I figure in a couple more years, I could get near spa-like treatment with the right training!