Life is always entertaining when you have a very verbal almost-three-year-old lurking around. This morning when I was finished pulling Ava's hair up into her pigtail sprigs:
Just like this, only a different outfit.
Taylor decided to come and console her sister after the trauma of hair styling (aka - Ava grunts, growls, and yells at me the entire time I'm trying to maneuver my clumsy hands through those tiny rubber bands) that always ensues. After I walked into the kitchen I heard Taylor talking to Ava, and turned just in time to see her patting her little sister on the head and saying, "Ava, you so pretty. Ava, you a BEASTER EGG!!!!! Wow. Not sure the true heart of that sentiment, whether she's pretty like a "beaster egg" or if she's referring to our little pork chop's shape.......
Or maybe it was this picture after one of Ava's first ponytail adventures at Easter when we balanced an egg on said ponytail. Mature parenting for the win!
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