Sunday morning, Jia and I were having our usual clothing feud before church. I’m actually fairly accommodating, but I do require that the clothing is appropriate for the weather. Fall has finally arrived, and Jia had chosen a precious little Summer skort. (In fact, it’s a hand-me-down from her sister, and I’ve been trying to get her to wear it for two years! She’s hated it the entire time. Sunday morning, she fell in love with it!) I tried to go the route of some pink leggings underneath with a lightweight jacket to offer some sort of compromise. No dice! Not only did she want to wear this cute little skirt with bare legs, she also wanted to wear her tall black boots, basically go-go boots with a mini-skirt. I laid down the law, gave her a couple of choices, then went to get ready myself.

A few minutes later, my little princess came walking into my bedroom with tears spilling out of her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. I got on my knees and hugged her, then asked her if she wanted to talk. Her response, “I just want to go live in Heaven so that I can wear whatever I want to wear.”

As Grant would say, “I got nothing!”