Reese ran in the other day, wearing this outfit, exclaiming to anyone who would listen, "I'm dressed like Mom. Look at me, I'm Mom!"
I don't know about you, but I can't find one thing in this picture that looks like me. To my knowledge, I've never owned a pair of denim shorts with flamingos all over them. I also stay as far away from spaghetti straps as possible. In fact, if you've ever seen me in person, you know that people of my, um, size, look extremely vulgar and inappropriate wearing spaghetti straps. (Sidenote: I don't mind having vulgar or inappropriate conversations at times, but I don't want to look that way. Got it? Ok.)
So what, do you think she meant? She's holding food, which is totally me. She also has a purse, which is something I carry, even though mine doesn't have a cartoon Tinkerbell on the side. But still, I'm puzzled. She says it's what she's wearing, although she can't explain it either. I said, "Reese, what do you think looks like Mommy?" She spread her arms out and said "This, Momma."
I don't get it.