Too cool for school

From her head to her toes, Abby's all girl.

She has developed a sincere appreciation for hair accessories. Not sure where she gets this from, since she's never seen me with a bow in my hair (since, after all, I'm not 7). I'll blame it on Mimi. She's the one that keeps sending the darn things.

Down at her toes, I've taught her that nail polish is the perfect finishing touch to go with your summer sandles. Toenails, she now understands, should be painted, preferably a color that makes people wonder if they can take you seriously. Blue is our hue of choice at the moment.

So the conversation we had as we prepared to leave for school this week should not have surprised me.

Mommy: Abby, can you go get your backpack and bring it to mommy?
Abby: Backpack?
Mommy: Yeah, sweetie. You need your backpack because you're going to school today.
Abby: School! Yay! Okay!
Pause...
Abby: (with her hand flying up to her unadorned head) Uh-oh mommy! Bow in hair!
Mommy: (adding a bow to her hair) Okay sweetie, now you have a bow in your hair. Are you ready to go to school?
Abby: (looking down to her very chipped toenails) No Mommy. Uh-oh toenails. (pointing, in case I didn't understand) Paint toes? Blue!
Mommy: (checking the clock, and grabbing the polish) Okay Abby, let's fix your toenails.
Abby: Thank you Mommy.

Seriously. What's this kid going to be like when she starts middle school?