Vegas at 3

So we stayed in Vegas Monday night to take my mom back to the airport early Tuesday morning. We didn't have a lot of time, but apparently enough for Ella to acquire two fun memories from the trip--casinos and porn.
The casino to her was a giant toy store. Every time we walked through it she'd yell out, "All the peoples are playing with the toys! That's fun, isn't it?" And of course, there was a slot machine with a mermaid logo on the front. "Ariel!!!"
The billboards of scantily clad women also caught her attention. She just couldn't believe how many princesses there were in Vegas. A little different take on Sin City.
The whole way there we kept saying, "We're going to Vegas, baby!" and Ella wants the record set straight that there is no baby in Vegas. It is just Vegas. No baby.
While my mom was still here, we printed some paper dolls and outfits off the internet for Ella. She was helping us cut them out with the finesse of an almost 3-year-old's scissor skills. Apparently on one of the outfits she did not like the coordinating shoes. Snip, snip. The next thing we knew, the doll's feet were gone. "What, mom? She didn't want to wear those!"