Fancy is a State of Mind
My Mama tells me that I “clean up really well.” I don’t really know what that means yet, but Mama tells me that I will understand one day when I am bigger. All that I know is that sometimes I just want to put on a fancy party dress and I want to have cheerleader pom poms to jump up and down and yell and run through the house. I already know all about fancy, and fancy is what you want for it to be. A cheerleader princess? That can be a great definition of fancy. Fancy is a state of mind, and I am one of the fanciest that has ever been.