There are so many reasons NOT to take a three year old into the dressing room with you. But if you needed a few, I submit the following for your reminder (choice comments my daughter announced to the world today while I was trying on clothes):

• “Mommy, your legs are all squishy!”
• “Mommy, you have A HOLE IN YOUR UNDERWEAR!!!!” (It’s laundry day. Gimme a break.)
• The child also sang songs at the top of her lungs while dancing in front of the full length mirror.

What goes through my daughter’s head?

I’m pretty sure it sounds like this: If I do not specify EVERY DAY that I want a sandwich with ham and cheese and cucumbers and tomatoes and bread and mayonnaise and milk to drink my mother is liable to feed me rusty nails and gasoline for lunch. If I do not check with her 75 times after she has already promised to make said sandwich for lunch she may not get it right, even though I have eaten this exact same sandwich every single day for lunch since July.

She’s an amusing child. Particularly today as she was asking her brother “How big is Kieran?” at lunch time. The expected appropriate response is that Kieran lifts his arms above his massive head and we all cheer “Soooo biiig!” He was doing this little trick at Christmas but has mostly refused to do it since then. Today he performed like a pro for his sister who is apparently much more fun to obey than mommy and daddy.

Avery was also listening to music on headphones today. There might be funnier things than watching a three year old shake her little baby booty and belt out “Mr. Golden Sun”, completely oblivious to the world around her. But if there are, I don’t know what they are.