I bought this little dress from a thrift store and altered it to be a froofy pink princess dress for Charla. She loves it. We went to the Cincinnati Zoo today and even though the high was only 60 she wore that dress and her Cinderella slippers for the whole 3 hours, not giving into a jacket until the last 20 minutes.
Well, this evening she took the whole obsession too far... I caught her stuffing the chest of her dress with balled up (clean) wet wipes!! I snatched them out and firmly told her we don't cram wet wipes into our dresses.
Inside I was panicking thinking, "AAAH! I'm not supposed to deal with this sort of thing until she's at least 11!!!"