It's a confection of a dress, with gauze and cotton ruffles, but done in that subtle, offbeat J. Crew way. The moss green will match her eyes. It costs too much money. I am buying it anyway. But don't tell her, because she is "earning" it, thus providing us the leverage we need until Santa-power kicks in.
And, no, there's no way I would look up the size chart and consider the possibility of squeezing myself into a little girl's XXXL. That would be weird. And, yes, I realize there's a psychological term for this (though I may need an expert to tell me if this is technically projection or lack of separation-individuation). Whatever. It's a really great dress.