I told Chicha we needed to get potted plants with her big brother who has a greening-the-school project. Aside from a letter from his teachers, big brother Bear explained to me: We need plants Ma, so we get more oxygen in school. Me: Oh, who told you that? Teacher? Bear: No. A scientist on TV. We should get 10 plants okay... so, so there's more oxygen.
On the day we get ready to buy some potted "oygenators", I put on a pair of shorts, a yoga tank and flip-flpos for the trip to a nearby plant nursery. Bear and I are basically in house clothes, but she put this on:
Me: Cheech... told you we're just going to buy plants. Chicha: I knooow. Dressed for the plants. Literally. As if she knows how bright, colorful flowers entice pollination. Or maybe she knows how this will make her pop amongst all the green?
Now here's Little Miss Tropical Floral Explosion knocked-out after plant shopping. Her Tita Faye made the fetching flowery dress especially for her.
Behold fetching dress... against my drab yoga tank and shorts. I am so blah next to my 3-year-old girl. Haha!