I told her the brown leggings with the peach flowers looked hideous with her shirt. She disagreed. I told her to change pants. She did.
So, when I picked her up from school, how in the name of all things Vogue, did she manage to have on the brown leggings again?
Because, she wore them under the pants that won my stamp of approval.
“Besides,” she said, “My teacher liked them.”
Any and all advice on raising a strong-willed little girl is appreciated. As are prayers. And boxes of chocolate. And a vacation for two to the Caribbean.
But, I do have hope. You see, I was a very similar five-year old. And, my mom still loves me today.