Husby regularly tells his girls that they are beautiful.
Even me, so…totally a keeper.
Mk hears it so much that she tells everyone that they’re beautiful. But, in typical 3 year old fashion, she does so with a much cooler word.
Tonight, like a champ, my other half was playing dress up with the kiddies when G insisted that he wear a princess crown.
He was the epitome of “beardyful.”
Both in beauty and beard.