Yesterday I hung out with a Three Year Old and her 11month old sister.  In the first photo V has decided she doesn’t like me very well.  She wants her daddy, thank you very much.  In the second photo she had just finished dressing up her giant baby doll.   Don’t let the tutus fool you.  The child is more Roman Centurion than Russian Ballerina.  If you’d caught a glimpse of her doing pull ups in the kitchen (there was carrot cake on the counter) you’d believe it.