It's no secret that I love white. The other day, Stella came into my room and said, "Well, you so-ten-lee (certainly) like white." I love it when my three year old gives her opinion--especially when it's exactly what I want to hear. Then I think to myself, she is so smart and has such good taste for a three year old. But, then, when it's not what I want to hear, I totally disregard it. After all, she's only three. P.S.Follow my blog with Bloglovin...if you want to!