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Poor Holly. I don't know if it's all of the fresh fruit she's been eating, or if there's been an uptick in how many juice boxes she has access to, but the end result has been a couple of bouts with diaper rash. A couple of weeks ago she was curious about why I was putting cream on her (frighteningly cute) tush. I told her it's to help her boo-boo feel better. At her next diaper change, when I pulled out the tube of cream she said "No like-a boo-boo butt." Fast forward a few weeks and yet another bout with diaper rash and she'd pretty much reached the end of her rope. At the end of a long, active, exhausting day, I was getting her ready for bed. I laid Holly down on her changing pad and proceeded to get down to business:

Holly: "No like-a diaper change...no like-a diaper change...no like-a boo-boo butt...no like-a boo-boo butt...no like-a powder...no like-a powder...no like-a powder! No like-a diaper...no like-a diaper...*sniffle*...NO LIKE-A RAINBOW PANTS! NO LIKE-A MINNIE MOUSE GOWN! NO LIKE-A MINNIE MOUSE GOWN!!!!"

By the end I was trying so hard not to laugh because it was super-cute. Of course, despite the endless stream of complaints, as soon as she popped up from her changing pad, she was thrilled as can be with her bedtime couture and was prancing around the room with glee. She's all girl.