When Farmertot was about 2, she came downstairs one afternoon, her arms laden with the bags she loved to tote around, and dressed to the nines in dress-up clothing, and at least one hat. “I have dis, and dis, and,” she whipped out a magnifying glass, held it to her eye, and moved it out and back, “and dis fing. I am very fancy.”
She was, too.
It was a little like this:
Every so often, Farmergirl happens upon a magnifying glass, and does a re-enactment of that day.
And then we got a little goofy, and tried being fish: