I thought maybe we’d passed our Fancy Nancy stage, but today she called me Bree for most of the day and kept insisting that she is Fancy Nancy. I went along with it and we had some pretty elaborate conversations. It wasn’t until I came across her brushing her hair in front of the mirror with Audrey’s baby brush that I laughed out loud.
When she saw that I was watching her, she told me that she’d found her ‘fashion brush’ and continued to brush away. And as she talked her hair became one huge poof.
When we were in the car a couple hours later, she had to say it two times until I responded…I just wasn’t used to being called “Bree” yet.
“Umm….Bree, do you know where my beautiful fashion brush is?”
“Uhh, No, Fancy Nancy, I don’t. Last time I saw your ‘beautiful fashion brush’ you were brushing your hair in the hallway.”
“Okay, Bree. It is such a beautiful fashion brush, isn’t it?”
**She told me how the brush is ‘decorated’ and I didn’t have a heart to tell her that the ‘big red T’ is actually a symbol for the American Red Cross.
***She also insists that we call Sydney “Frenchy” and Audrey is “JoJo”
****Barry is my mom and if we ever leave the house Maggie – I mean Fancy Nancy – likes to act like any car we see is driven by ‘my mom’.