Little Grown-Up

Growing up one of four girls there was one thing I left behind when I had moved out,

sharing clothing...

...or so I thought.

Isabella has had a thing lately for raiding our closet and coming up with mommy and daddy outfits.



She must see her dad as somewhat of a thug. While dressed in her dad get-up, she has a walk and a talk like that of a "G". She bobs her arms and head rythmatically all-the-while chantting "Suga, Suga". Which translated into my almost embarassingly obvious whiteness means "Sugar, sugar". Perhaps she is an aspiring rapper.




Thug love.




Now while dressed as mommy, she'll play a part for that too. She shakes her little shoulders and hips.




So apparently (in the eyes of a 4-year-old) Daddy's a want-to-be-"G", and mommy's very wiggly. None the less, we get a kick out of the interpretations!




Alyza has also had the pleasure of dress-ups.




Yes, even Koda has fallen victim to the mercy of the 4-year-old's hand.
He lay ever so still, as if hoping to blend into the wall behind him and out of sight of our harrassing laughter!