My little girl—one missing clip-on earring, mix-matched princess dress and accessories, whimsy fairy tale come to life, clumsily twirling and dreaming up fantasies of riding a magical unicorn through sparkling clouds. Her storytelling imagination is boundless. She acts out the scenes from Frozen (again). Playful, messy, stubborn, sweet—all at once. At times, rougher than the boys, while on other occasions, you’ll find her applying lipstick (out-of-the-lines) and strapping a purse over her shoulder, pretending to be me. Daughters are after all, miniature us.