That she was sprinkling me with pixie dust...oh, how things have changed:
One morning this past week, my sweet little Buttercup climbed in bed with me to cuddle before we began our day. "Oh", I thought to myself, "she wants to cuddle like we did when she was little...how wonderful." We lay there quietly for a few minutes.
Then she rolled over to me, looked into my eyes and said, "Mommy?"
"Yes, Sweetie?" I responded.
"Daddy really needs to color your hair again," she informed me.
Ah, how I would have preferred a little pixie dust...