Not 'Dos Dough'

I had a fancy evening planned. A group of girls was gathering for a dear friend's bridal shower, and the attire for the evening was cocktail. Woohoo!

Little J was watching me get ready. As I finished my hair and makeup, I walked to the closet to put my dress on. After slipping it on, I stepped out of the closet to ask Andy for help with the zipper. That's when J saw me and said, "Oh Ma. You sure look pretty in dat dress. Not dos shoes dough. Day are not dat pretty."

She's right. Oh but how I wish I could wear my slippers everywhere!