The Birthday Dictator

Happy third birthday to my beautiful, bossy, brilliant little girl!

The Birthday Dictator

Sophie woke up this morning and immediately informed us that Daddy’s shirt was “wrong” and that I needed to put on “the sparkly earrings, not the boring ones.” She then proceeded to reject three different breakfast options before settling on cereal - but only if it was served in the “special bowl” (which is apparently just a regular bowl, but one she pointed to with great authority).

The outfit you see here? This is Sophie’s carefully curated birthday look. She insisted on the tutu because “princesses wear tutus on their birthday,” the mismatched socks because “they’re more interesting,” and the tiara because, and I quote, “I’m the birthday boss today.” I tried to suggest maybe matching socks, and she looked at me like I had personally offended her artistic vision.

Marcus asked her what she wanted for breakfast and got a ten-minute lecture about how pancakes are “too flat” and toast is “too crunchy” and cereal is “just right, like Goldilocks but better.” I’m pretty sure we’re raising a tiny dictator, but she’s the cutest dictator I’ve ever seen. Three is going to be… interesting.