During the summer time, I let the girls pick out their own clothes. As long as we were not going out in public, it didn't really matter what they wore. As long as they were dressed in something at least semi-clean (with clean underwear - why do they always forget that?!), this momma was happy.
On any given day, a certain someone might be seen wearing stripes WITH plaid WITH polka-dots. Maybe. A certain someone. Not to name any names. This certain someone, when questioned on her wardrobe choices, would have the ready response, "Don't care." After all, her dollies and rocks have never questioned her, so life is good.
Enjoy it kiddos. You have one more week. Then school starts up again and I have to make sure the teachers don't think your mother is completely insane.
As for the face, well... it's her face. What can I say? I can only guarantee the clothing after school starts.
