I sent Piper packing last night. Really. We’re traveling again, and she has strong opinions.
“Pack your favorite stuff, and I’ll be in to help you,” I directed. I’ve learned the hard way with Piper. She has to do it herself first.
After a few minutes, I came in her room to assess her progress. Tutus and more tutus. Wands. Sparkly headbands. Not a pair of underwear in sight. Bikinis. Lip gloss. More lip gloss.
Piper doesn’t pack outfits. She packs costumes.