Stuffed into her brother’s oversized wake boots and life jacket she suddenly decided it was her turn. Success first time. Living up to her James Bond name.
That’s my girl. Which sometimes I have to remind her.
“You are a girl”
“Errrr, yes, I think I know that”
“Then why don’t you wear pretty dresses like other girls?”
“Because dresses are ugly”
It’s quite upsetting. I already have 4 boys.