“What in Christ are you wearing?”
There’s a shrug, some long shirt underneath that doesn’t really go with it, a skirt, a pair of leopard print flats and a newsboy hat. She’s clutching a fashion book that she picked up from one of our adventures, to her chest.
“What?!” she counters.
“You know what, Paige….whatever. Wear whatever makes you happy.”
It’s a non-school day and this is the moment I choose to decide that this is not my battle today. There will be other battles today. However, if I don’t want to spend all day screaming and ripping my hair out in large wads from my head, I need to choose carefully. She’s not going anywhere. No one but my neighbors will see this horrendous outfit choice…not worth the battle today.
She’s about to head out the door when the light catches her.
“WAIT A MINUTE! LET ME GET MY CAMERA!”
She’s not even startled by this outburst. My kids are used to hearing it. Instead, she heaves her shoulders and says, “Where do you want me standing?”
Granted, I had to crop out most of the outfit. But that hat suits her.