You should all be jealous of me. I have a live-in fashion consultant. Everyday, I am told what I should or should not wear. Most days, I am told that I should wear a skirt when going to work. Even when I go running, my fashion consultant provides critiques of my attire. The advice she gives is usually pretty darn accurate. Even if my consultant is only four years old.
Today, as I was dressing, I could not decide between two pairs of shoes. I was torn, and forgot, momentarily, about my consultant. So, I went in to ask her advice between the two pairs.
Big Girl: (almost without even looking up from her work assembling the train tracks for Brother Bear) I do not like those shoes.
Me: You don't like either one? (thinking maybe she misunderstood and I needed to ask a little differently)
Big Girl: Mommy, will you please get different ones?
Well, no misunderstanding there. My fashion consultant did not approve of the shoes. At least she did not tell me that I looked fat.
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