More from dance class. Georgia wanted a ballet bun...it started out nice enough, but she has that lovely little girl hair. The kind that slips out of every knot unless you apply hairspray, something I just cannot bring myself to do...yet.
She was happy with the results, nonetheless.
After class we post-gamed at a restaurant and Georgia ate all the olives out of our salads. That's just what she does.
And lest you think we have a totally-agreeable 3.5-year-old on our hands, this is a good insight into what we're dealing with on a daily basis.
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