My 13 year old daughter had her first job yesterday:  Princess for a 3 year old’s birthday party.

She dressed up as Princess Polkadot (don’t bother looking her up, my 13 year old invented her) and dropped in on a little girl’s party to hang out, read stories, and hand out wands.  They loved her.

I did her hair and make-up and I must say she was just gorgeous…but only in context.  As she was getting ready, I had her wearing one of my button up shirts.  With hair and make-up complete, she looked like Tiffany, the mall singer from the 80’s.  The dress transformed her into a beautiful princess.

On the way to the car we were doing last minute checks (Shave your legs?  How bout your pits?  Are your straps all tucked in?) and I caught myself humming Reba McIntyre’s Fancy Don’t Let Me Down. 

A very precious moment was quickly turned rather creepy.