Walking through the mall department store, my daughter and I approached a mother, daughter, and granddaughter trio coming towards us. Bouncing on the hip of the young mother, the wee one was decked out in a pink ones-y with rhinestones and a puffy, pink tutu. A giant gauze bow crowned the child’s head and she represented one of the cutest little ballerinas I had ever seen. I smiled at the threesome as we passed, then looked at my own daughter to acknowledge that she had witnessed the same adorable family.
However, my laughing face greeted a sour expression on my daughter’s face.
Did I miss something?
Find out why my daughter reacted with a sour expression...HERE.