Is it the pigtails?

I wish I could tell you how many times Matt and I have looked at one another this weekend in the
'what are we going to do with her?' way
or
how many times we've tried to keep a straight face when trying to redirect her from all the trouble she's getting in to.

She's busy,
and silly,
and daring,
and independent,
and oh so cute.

Maybe I need to stop putting her in pigtails...
then it might be easier for me to tell her no.

Probably not, though.