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It's Not Wednesday, But This Is What She Wore

I guess you can say 'What She Wore Thursday.' It was just to good not to share!
She tried to get away with just wearing the shirt and tights....um, no. No. Just no. Not the look I want my 6 year old to have! I told her to put on a skirt, pants, dress, something. This is what she came up with.

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