One, two: Unless she’s wearing pink, everybody thinks she’s a boy (so what, I’m not dressing her in pink).
Three, four: She’s not bothered, I still get to decide what she wears (green & brown hide grass & mud stains, see).
Five, six: It had better look pretty or she’s not going to wear it (and she’ll be the judge of what is and isn’t pretty).
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Then 14 and 15 hit and nothing pleases and no one can decide what to wear and ypu become late for everything.
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Yeah, I’m not looking forward to it.
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Fortunately the seasons are brief as we look back on them.
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Ahh a good take on the prompt. I felt you digging your heels in, I hated the she has to wear pink brigade… 😇
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So impractical, too – you can never make out your kid in the park when they’re all wearing the same colours.
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My take on the prompt is up! https://ellenbest24.wordpress.com/2016/12/01/tlt/
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I remember when it was an issue that my fave color was BLUE–you’d have thought I was a Communist!
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Heh. Don’t you know blue is for boys? 😉
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That was pretty clear.
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Haha wonderful idea! I have vague recollections of similar happenings with my Mom as a young child. Once she sewed me a very cute dress but in peach and maroon (eighty’s colours I was three or four?) and I absolutely hated it. She got me pretty Mary Janes to go with it and the whole outfit I detested. Also, for the longest time, I wouldnt wear pink. When you’re young and a girl, especially blond haired blue eyed, every relative gets you something pink. I wouldn’t wear it until high school, and by then everyone had gotten the point. Best of luck with your daughter!
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