Through the Eyes of a 5-year-old Boy

I bought a new dress for a wedding we're going to this weekend. (Actually, Adrian bought it for me last night. He took me dress shopping on HIS birthday. If that doesn't qualify him for Husband of the Year, I don't know what would!)

The dress is black with ivory polka dots; it has a thin ribbon around the waist and a bit of poof to the skirt — very girly. When Oo saw the dress this morning, she loved it so much she gave it a kiss. T took a long look at it, then said, "It looks like it has bird poop spots all over it."

Hmmm... I wonder if I'll feel pretty wearing the dress, or if I'll be too busy trying to contain random bursts of the giggles.