Imitation Is The Highest Form of Flattery

It's fun to have a daughter. Before she was a twinkle in my eye, I would listen as my son declared how he wanted to follow in the footsteps of my husband or father for his future career. One night while doing the dishes I mused, "What? My job doesn't look like fun?" Well, we were blessed with a daughter, and I'm just beginning to feel the flattering effects of a copy cat living in the house. 

For example, the other day my daughter was playing with some abandoned flower pots in the back yard. She was filling two small pots with leaves, and dumping them into a larger pot. She then picked up a stick and informed me that she was cooking, and then began to stir the leaves. I reveled in it!

And lately, my daughter has been diligent about bringing her purse along whenever we go on a shopping trip. The other day, I informed her that we would be going to the store and began to prepare my purse. I didn't want to bring a diaper bag, so I stuffed an extra pair of training pants and leggings in my purse. I started out the door with her, but my daughter began to protest loudly. I asked her what she needed, and she went running back to her bedroom. She emerged with a pair of training pants and stuffed them into her purse as well! Then she was ready to go. It was hilarious and darling! She is learning the ropes of womanhood.