The time-line of when I inherited my Mickey Mouse nightgown from my cousin BeJai is a little sketchy. I could have sworn I was at least five, but looking at it now, that seems impossible unless some serious shrinking has happened. Nonetheless, it still exists. And not only does it still exist, it’s been handed down through my two younger sisters, my niece, and even my nephew (although his was a one-night possession – for picture purposes only). Ella wore it:
And much to Tom’s chagrin (he has no respect for tradition – come on – it’s awesome!) our Princess has now donned the gown:
Cue the music to Fiddler on the Roof – I can’t wait to see our grand kids in it!