There is so much I love about this. She has been standing on the step stool to the sink (to be just like big brother) and wants to brush her teeth every time she catches a glimpse of the bathroom. She stood on the stool, reaching for her toothbrush, crying. I finally gave in and gave it to her. I love how you can see the tear still streaming down her cheek, looking up at me smiling (I shot her reflection through the mirror), so satisfied.
