She dresses herself, making sure to include her "wedding gloves" and "princess glasses" in the ensemble. We drive on over to Old Navy. She notices a pole, skips over to it. . . and starts dancing... like- pole dancing. And singing. Aaaaand swinging her hips from side to side while placing one hand on her hip and the other around the pole. Eating up all of the attention from the fellow shoppers and O.N. employees.
Her father and I are a tad bit nervous for the future.
I can't help but giggle. I love this girl.