The entire month of November has been spent in dress-up clothes for Miss Ivey. Halloween opened her eyes to the sparkly dresses that were in her very own room. Tinkerbell, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty... she has tromped around town in each one, much to the enjoyment of pretty much everyone who passes by. She has even gone to her Play Pals class in costume on more than one occasion. I told Miss Gina that there were two choices.... a happy Tinkerbell or an unhappy Ivey. Happiness wins, of course. I'll take Cinderella in galoshes, a huge smile, and a bounce to her walk any day.
Yesterday, Ivey was watching the intro to a Disney movie, where Tinkerbell flies up to the castle. She said in her matter-of-fact way, "That's me, Tinkerbell. I was Tinkerbell first... when she was a bat." Ahh, the three year old mind is a glorious thing! The synapses of three year olds must fire in a completely unique way. It's like the information must jump, skip, dance, and twirl across those little heads. Ivey talks to herself a lot in the car. I was listening in the other day and overheard her having a very serious conversation... with her toes. "Hey! We made a deal. Now, zip it!" I don't know what kind of deal the eleven of them made, but it sounded pretty serious.
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