Charlotte has been exploring "fashion" lately. For her, fashion = accessories. So, the more jewelry or hair clips or scarves she's wearing, the more "fashion" she has. This afternoon she came into the living room wearing an extra cardigan, one of my old headbands, and two necklaces.

"Oh, nice fashion," I said. "I like those necklaces."

"This isn't fashion," Charlotte answered seriously. "I'm Princess Leia. These are data necklaces. They have plans for the Death Star on them and I'm sneaking them out."

Fashionista. Or color blind. Either/Or/Both.

Charlotte, watching me finish up a knitted purple sweater.  "What are those squares for?  Are those tiny blankets?"

"No, those are pockets."

Charlotte, perturbed, "But they're purple.  They'll blend right in."

"This sweater is purple, honey.  And the pockets are purple.  What color do you think the pockets should be?"

"Orange.  Orange would be right."

Too bad I don't have any orange yarn.  Too bad, indeed.

QOTD: Circular logic is circular.

Charlotte:  Just wait until they see me at school.  They are going to thinking I look cool.

Mama:  Why?  What do you think makes this outfit look cool?

Charlotte:  Because I look cool.