Dear Petit Escargot,
Your mama is going to promise you something: I will never, ever put you in a damn beauty pageant. Take your pic and enter you in a beautiful baby contest? A possibility. But "glitz" you up, spray tan you as an infant/toddler and put fake lashes and hair on you? Um, not a cold chance in hell.
I am sure I will think you are the most beautiful thing in the world. But that beauty will have a lot to do with your innocence, something these pageants seem to rob. We'll have fun playing dress up, and I'll always let you try my chapstick or lip gloss. But I want you to enjoy your childhood.
I love you bunches.