What’s up with the fact that the dress is a size five, she’s three years old, and it is really already too small for her? And, hey what about that cat? Foreshadowing, I guess. I never had a cat as a kid, but boy am I making up for that these days (unfortunately). I used to love cats, really I did. But why on earth does my bed seem like a litterbox? And why does Seth’s beloved Shosta have to be the perpetrator?
Anyway, thanks to my stepmom for saving this dress for me all these years. I can’t wait to put it on Beatrix.