While on one of their many world travels, my parents stopped by a little place called
Edinburgh, Scotland and decided their grand-daughters would all LOVE to have
kilts. So they found a little shop and picked out adorable little skirts. Scarlette at first wouldn't wear hers. I'm not sure why. Maybe just her streak of stubbornness she got from her dad (it couldn't
possibly be from me). But today I made her put it on because I really wanted to see her in it. After a few minutes of crying and sulking she decided she LOVES it because she can twirl in it, and now she is wearing it happily.

