This morning after I bathed the kids, I told Maddie it was time to get dressed for church. She brought me her pink ballerina tutu with an expectant look. I shook my head and laughed.

"No, sweetie. That's not a church dress." I held up a purple gingham dress. She shrieked in protest.

"Look, it's a pretty sparkly princess dress," I coaxed, "and you can wear your pretty new shoes with it." Her face lit up and she raised her arms to be dressed. After her dress was on, Maddie ran immediately towards the door, grabbed her shoes out of "the pile," and sat in front of me again, kicking her legs excitedly. How on earth can a 15-month-old girl be so fashion conscious?