When I was a little girl, way back in the dark ages according to the chips, Grams would buy Sister and I Easter outfits.
I don’t remember what my outfits looked like, but I do remember is the brand new patent leather Mary Janes. I remember wearing them out of the store, and prancing around in them thinking that absolutely everyone that looked at me could just tell that I had on new shoes, and those shoes made me look like a Princess.
I loved hearing them clip clop on the mall’s tiled floor and thinking that I sounded just like mom when she wore her high heels and OH! MY! didn’t I sound all grown up!
This year, like most every year, mom purchased the most adorable dress for the girl.
So in time honored tradition, I drug the girl outside, made her stand beside a vehicle so I could take her picture.
Superman…poor guy….no, he isn’t on drugs, and yes! he needs a hair cut.