Written July 6th, 2006

Fine, wear whatever you want.

This morning, my daughter wanted to wear her dress with long black velvet arms. Very warm. I looked outside, and saw sunny bright skies, shining down on green grass. Though yesterday wasn’t sweltering, the day before was, and I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. So a long drawn out argument began. She was in tears, begging to wear the dress. With her comfort in mind, I stoically resisted, and told her if she wasn’t dressed in five minutes, I would pick out her outfit for her. This usually is threat enough to get her moving quite quickly, but this morning she remained on the floor, sobbing. Five minutes passed, and I picked out some shorts and a short sleeved shirt, perfect, I thought, for the weather we would have. I forced her into the hated outfit, which really was quite cute. She tearfully followed me to the car, and into preschool. On the way in, I pointed out the bright cloudless sky. She wasn’t buying it.

I am now at work. Watching the rain pour down and listening to THUNDER for god’s sake. Sigh. I give up. She can wear whatever she wants, and if she’s uncomfortable, well, too bad.