My Imaginary Well-Dressed Toddler Daughter

this made me cry-laugh. and also made me wish that I was as stylish as these kids are.

When Quinoa wants volume, she doesn't just tease her hair, she relentlessly bullies it.

Quinoa always keeps a spare "urban outfit" in my purse in the event we're going to be around a lot of chain link fencing.

Everything went fine at Quinoa's playdate with Booker until she realized that when he said he loved vinyl, he meant jackets not vintage records.

When Quinoa needs to go to the bathroom, she really doesn't want to hear any more about Humboldt's designer Legos.

One time when Quinoa and I got separated in a busy train station, she thankfully remembered our safety training: stay in one place, look spectacular, and don't talk to poor people.

Mary had a little lamb, but Quinoa has a better little lamb. And better hair accessories. And more friends. Who's calling the shots now, huh, Mary?

Sometimes when Quinoa is particularly well-dressed, she begins to levitate.

Know what really gets Quinoa down in the dumps? Pleather.

Quinoa loves her friend Hugo, but wishes that he didn't try quite so hard.

I sent Quinoa to a sleepover one night and she returned the next day wearing her pillowcase as a modern frock. Silly girl!

When I asked Quinoa what was on the horizon, she stared at it and said, "Chambray."

I told Quinoa her shoes were like art, so she hung them on the wall.

Quinoa and her BFF Chevron were so excited to attend their first PETA rally. They worked on their coordinating outfits for weeks.

Quinoa had no use for Hampton and Dolce once she realized they had just been using her for her lollipops.

When out in public with Quinoa, I can hear the sound of hipster ovaries swelling with want.

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Do you KNOW how hard it is to just choose a few? Do you?