Little Ladies.
And when both of them were all cozy in their lady coats, and spinning around and admiring themselves and their feminine grace with little self-satisfied smiles, I got the camera out.

My daughters are two little bespectacled maniacs. And sometimes they drive me positively bananas with their demands and their frustrations and their selfishness. But mostly I love them so much that my heart gets all throbby and achy and I get a frenzied sense of time passing way, way too fast, and then the frenzy passes because a mom can't actually experience that feeling for long without some vital part of her body exploding.
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