I’ve always felt like little girl clothes were the cutest thing in the world, second only to little girl shoes. Little boy clothes are almost exclusively blue or brown or sometimes plaid… in blue and brown.
I’m always going into stores and am pulled by an invisible magnet into the world of mini car coats, pintuck pinafores, and leggings. I rack my brain thinking about what little girls I might know so I can buy something. Oh, I think. National Ice Cream Day is coming-up, I better pick-up this little tunic ensemble.
Early on, when I thought Baby Cillo might be a little girl… before I knew in my heart-of-hearts that it was a little boy with his daddy’s relaxed disposition, I bought “the strawberry dress.” “The strawberry dress” is in quotes because in some unlikely conversation with my friends, someone mentioned they had seen the cutest “strawberry dress” and my jaw fell open because I had seen the cutest “strawberry dress” and couldn’t come up with an indeterminate holiday or obscure baby to buy it for. Of course they convinced me I should get it on the off chance Baby Cillo was Baby Cilla.
Too cute, right?
In any case, I’ve since changed my mind about little girl clothes being the cutest. I don’t get ruffles and patch pockets. No matter. I have mini boxer briefs.
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