Easter Bonnet

I can't remember the song but I know it was a cute one. Not as cute as you in your little pink hat. You are so full of sass. You love to be called a "big girl" no matter what it is that you are doing, brushing your hair or your teeth or standing alone. This Easter we are going to Ireland so you won't be searching for eggs so much as leprechauns. Who knows maybe you'll decide to take off running when you hit that green grass of you ancestors.