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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The youngest of four....

My youngest is a little girl who was honed, shaped, and trained by three older brothers. I doubt she would be the same little kid if she didn't have three older brothers. She will wear a pink frilly dress and don a tiara and sparkly magical fairy princess wand, load a up a Nerf gun to shoot you up with and then beat you with a toy hammer when she runs out of foam darts. She will primp in the bathroom, fix her hair, put on lip gloss and smear "war paint" on her face to go hide in the closet to ambush you and shoot you up with suction cup arrows. She will dress up as a pink ballerina/ fairy, and turn around and call herself the Pink Terror (compliments of her brothers) and go hands on and challenge you to a wrestling match. (Got to watch for those elbows that she throws with deadly accuracy too..... ) Yeah... I am thoroughly convinced that it is a direct result of having three older brothers that she likes to be all girlie girl cute AND an absolute brute at the same time...... o_O

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