Wishful Thinking

Last night as we were hunkering down for bed, Audrey declared that she wished she was a grown-up. (She was getting into all sorts of trouble, and I'm assuming her wish stemmed from the desire to just do whatever she pleased...because apparently that's what grown-ups do.)

Right about now I'm wishing I was a kid, so I could wear all of the completely lovely little spring things over at Tiny McSmall.

I'm feeling a "Freaky Friday" moment coming on (of course the original with Jodi Foster) for week-end movie night...