I got Nicole all signed up for ballet/tap classes this summer. She is unbelievably excited. She has her leotard, tights, and ballet slippers. Hopefully today we'll get the tap shoes. (I'm a little worried that Nicole will use our hardwood floors as her "stage" for practicing while I'm not looking. I may have done the same thing to my parents when I was a kid.) Anyway, yesterday she went to get her ballet slippers with my mom and I put her in her tights and leotard so she would have the whole ensemble together. I put her hair in a bun and she thought it was great. So great, in fact, that she didn't want to take it out when it was time for bed. So she slept in her bun. This morning it was drooping and falling out all over the place. She felt the back of her head and found a chunk of hair sticking out of her bun. She said:
"This can be the hot dog sticking out of my bun!"
Get it? Hot dog? Bun? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! This girl cracks me up!