if the four-year-old wee one were not so damned cute, i would have probably pinched her little head off long before now.
i realize i am to blame.
it is always the fault of the mother.
wee one is cute, sassy, and too smart for her own good, as well as mine.
add to the mix, i have spoiled her; however, i have had help. sweet one spoils her. her aunts and uncles, her grandparents, and friends and neighbors all spoil her.
if it is pink or purple and oh, so girlie, they buy it and send it to her.
as a result, she thinks she is queen bee.
queen bee who not only accessories with shoes 