|Cute and sparkly!|
I properly frumped it up with a sweater (to cover the lumps).
As I watched Thing 2 methodically pluck all of the little gems off my top with obsessive compulsive attention, I realized that I passed yet another of my genetically superior traits on to my offspring.
Maybe I'll try to look "cute" again tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just submit to my sweats* and let the children tug at me, drool on me and yank my hair like I am their favorite stuffed animal...
*most likely this option will occur