My little tomboy and I went shopping for new clothes, too. She picked out Hello Kitty leggings with bows on the ankles, and frilly skirts, and shirts with sparkles on them and then I found myself checking the back of her head right at the base of her neck to see if the birthmark that she shared with me was there -- if she was really my daughter.
She was bathed and dressed, wearing cute summer shorts and a matching top. Blue. We went to play on the bay beach for a few minutes before dinner. Swing on the swings. Dig in the sand. Sit on the teeter-totter. It was not time to play in the water. Re-read the first part of the first sentence -- she was bathed and dressed. She was also 4 years old and into testing both herself and me.