Hollywood

I frequently joke that I'm giving my children plenty of fodder for their therapy sessions that are inevitable later in life.

I think, however, that they are giving ME a reason to go to therapy... particularly my mini-me.

Yesterday, I was decoupaging the dresser that is going in our youngest daughter's room (pics to come, I promise!!!) when Mini-Me came up and announced that she was going to Hollywood.

Minutes later she came back fully clad in her "Hollywood Clothes" and had changed her name to Holly. Holly Hollywood... get it? Remember, she's three.

Anyway, this is what was staring back at me when I whipped around to question the name change.

Pose. and. all.

Now, her hair is a mess because she's in a phase where she wants to wear it "down like Aunt Kat". (Thanks, Kat, but could we start wearing ponytails and hair clips for a while?) But what kills me - KILLS ME - is the pose. This is her "model pose". She has even perfected the hip pop!

Really? REALLY???

I have no idea where she got this pose. None. It certainly wasn't from me.

All I can do is hope that all of this Hollywood going, name changing, hair copying business gets out of her system now or else I am in for some very serious trouble - and very expensive therapy bills!

Love, hugs, and blessings,
The Mama