Dress Up

The other morning while I was making oatmeal in the kitchen, Eleanore and Charlie were falling into hysterics.

"Whats so funny?", I shouted out at them, curious as to what could possibly cause such a reaction from the two of them so early.

And then into the dining room slides Eleanore, still dressed in pajamas with slippery footed socks on, wearing my bra.

"Oh my gosh", was all I managed to say before the laughter started tickling my tummy. I couldn't find any words after that, I just picked up my camera, kinda scooted her towards a white wall, Charlie crawling after, and snapped twenty or more pictures of her wearing my Cacique Balconette.

"Mommy I wear your boobie bra!", she giggled, over and over again, as if what she was saying were funnier than the actual act of child bra dress up itself.

If she only knew how precious she is, she'd have the entire world under her spell.