Do you remember being a child – so small that your tiny little feet looked lost in your mother’s high heels she bought on sale from Macy’s? You teetered around the house, tripping over your mother’s knee length cocktail dress which swam on you like an oversized ball gown. Your parents clapped their hands and told you how pretty you looked, but you could hardly see your reflection in the bathroom mirror, unless you climbed up on the stool mommy put there.

But once you got to see your reflection, if the shoes stayed on long enough, you were just enthralled. This little mini version of part mom, part you, part best Disney princess ever, looked pretty darn beautiful. You clapped your own little hands and spun around in circles until you realized it was a hopeless exercise in Mommy’s heels and that too big dress.