I asked Leo to get Isabella dressed on Saturday...which he did (happily I may add).
He walks by me in the living room where I'm reading some blogs...not paying attention to him.
He asks if whatever outfit he had in his hands was okay.
Yeah, sure babes...it's fine.
That is until Isabella got up from her nap.
And I saw the outfit.
It would have been okay.
If the skirt wasn't a size...
And she's...oh...almost 23 months!
At least he tried, right?