I was once a tom-boy. I would play with worms. I would build snow forts with the neighborhood kids (hey, I did live up north at one time in my life). I would stay outside from dawn ‘til dusk and come back in looking like Pig-Pen.
Dirt never bothered me, and it’s obvious it’s not going to bother my daughter either. She gets down and dirty with the rest of ‘em and has no complaints about it. She does her Mississippi Redneck/Louisiana Bayou mother very, very proud. A princess girl she’s not, and I have photographic evidence to prove that!
Hoping to get some great “rustic looking swing” shots, Anna had other ideas in mind. The instant I removed her from the dirt ground on which she was playing, she had a fit as evidenced in this photo. This is 1 second ‘til meltdown. Oh, and yes, that is a chocolate Easter bunny stain on her shirt. I’m keepin’ it real.
The meltdown has begun.