Could it be...Princess Leia?

This past Sunday, D-Man and I were getting ready for church as Husband was preparing to go in and make rounds at the hospital. D-Man was dressed, brushed and tucked-in and I was scrambling (as I do most Sunday mornings because I'm too concerned with how everyone else looks before I'm concerned about myself) to get myself ready in time to leave.

I had chosen a simple brown dress and decided to spruce it up a bit with a wide, brown belt. As I'm putting the belt own and positioning it just right, D-Man looks up at me and says, "You look like a princess, mommy!"

"Princess," I thought to myself. Interesting.

Husband adds, "Isn't it great that your son thinks that you look like a princess?"

To which I countered, "Yes, but what kind of princess wears a brown dress and wide brown belt?"

I pondered this question for several more minutes and even had to go as far as to twirl around in my "princess" attire for D-Man as I put him into the car.

As I'm re-telling these events to a friend of mine later that morning, she said without hesitation, "What kind of princess? Princess Leia?"

And there you have it...apparently D-Man thinks his mommy resembles Princess Leia...and he doesn't even know who she is.

Could have been worse, at least he didn't think I looked like SpongeBob.