So, we’re on a small trip to Portland.
We are staying in a hotel, which the girls love, and this morning we all rolled out of bed and decided to get breakfast. We were up for maybe five or ten minutes before heading out the door. Yet when we got to Burger King (which was selling Cinnabon–the ultimate breakfast selling point) I noticed that Viva looked a little bit different than her sisters.
We’ve discussed her love for fashion before. She is our little fashionista, and continues to be. But this is getting out of control. I didn’t even notice her get ready. She barely had time to. Yet, somehow she not only assembled her own stylistically coherent outfit, she did it in the time it took the rest of us to roll out of bed.