I'm just a little cleavage monkey



When you turn three, you get a cake with candles just like everyone else. What you might not have at three, is the knowledge that the birthday wish you make after blowing out the candles is supposed to be a secret.

We sang, she blew out all the candles, we told her to make her wish.

"I want to be a ballerina." she said quietly, but with as much focus as she could muster.

I love raising girlies.

PS, it's not an actual picture