Don't Let Her Fool You...She's a Warrior

Usually when I get home from work, Harper is dressed like this...like out of a baby magazine. Look at that sweet face...so innocent.

Last night, I was in charge while Mary Marshall went to a much-deserved girl's dinner. So, when mom left, I changed Harper into her renegade playgear for a serious play session before bath and bed. Leg warmers by day = spartan leg shields by night. Check out the intensity in her face...like a little Maximus Aurelius. Her Uncle Guy was soon after attacked.