:: See Jane. See Jane cry. Cry Jane cry. ::

I used to wear this little dress when I was a bit older then Jane and I loved it. I can still remember sitting in church thinking about how pretty I was in my cute yellow dress (lots of modesty I know, but I was only 3 at the time). However when I was three I suffered from a bowl hair cut like most of my family when we were little. Bless my heart, but it was the early 80’s.

p.s. I am still not sure why Jane started to cry, but as suddenly as she started she stopped and then needed a hug and wanted to look in the mirror.