So the other night, Breanne, Janey and I were in the living room watching a show, or so I thought… All of a sudden Breanne walked back into the room, requesting me to get the camera–”hamera, mom. Hamera peese!” she said. I looked over at her, and found her dressed basically how she looks in the pictures below (I adjusted the straps on my tank top to fit her more like a dress, but the rest she did completely on her own). I just thought it was hilarious that 1.) she had gotten out my clothes and put them on herself without me noticing, and 2.) that she requested (almost to a demand, even) that I take her picture in said clothes. Crazy girl.