Dancing Queen

I haven't been able to sleep much lately. It's all stress related. MY job situation (Offered a job - accepted - talked to boss - declined new job), Mary Clare's appointment, youngest brother moving to Georgia for a girl (not the one Russia recently invaded - Jimmy Carter's Georgia), and not to mention the business at work. But because of my lack of sleep, you would think that I would be able to go to bed since Mary Clare's appt is over right? NO. SO I am going to share a little funny story and hopefully by the end I shall be ready for slumber.

It was the Sunday night before last, and Kate was on her chair playing with her stickers on the counter and I was cleaning up after dinner. I had made a quick spaghetti dinner because
1 - I didn't want to cook because I was tired and 2 - it was a Micheal Phelps night and I couldn't miss it! So, I took off Kate's shirt before she ate in fear of her staining it. She was still topless playing with her stickers and calls out, "Mommy! Look at me!" Now usually when Kate plays with her Princess stickers, she covers her arms, legs, and face with them. Then I, in turn, tell her that "She's my little princess Kate!!!" and run over and give her a bunch of huggies and kissies. Didn't happen this way this time. I turned around and had to pick up my jaw off the floor because Kate had two star stickers on her chest - one on each nipple! And they were pink! And then she topped it off by saying - "I've got stars on my nipples!" and starts doing her "Shake your bootie" dance. What?!?!?! What two year old tells her mommy she has stars on her nipples and then starts dancing?!?! I'm thinking - Oh my! She is two! She put pasties on her nipples! Is she destined to be a pole dancer?
Just thought I would share a story of a horrified mother and an innocent, fun-loving two year old.
Lord, please guide her to a horizontal wooden ballet bar instead of a vertical metal pole. In your name I pray. Amen.