This morning, we got a late start, so the usual morning chaos was even worse than normal as we raced around trying to get out the door on time. Elise came into my bathroom whining and complaining about her camp T-shirt... "This shirt is so tight. I can't stand the neck. It is just so small. It is too tight around my neck. I can't wear it." I looked over at her standing there in the too big T-shirt with the neck hanging down her chest and barked back, "There is absolutely nothing small or tight about that shirt. If anything, it is too big. Quit pulling on it. It is fine. You have to wear it regardless. Go put on some shorts." I had no sympathy, no patience. Elise looked like she might just collapse in a puddle of tears right there on the spot. Then J.C. jumped in with, "What your mom meant by that is that she knows what it is like to wear a shirt that is uncomfortable. She has had shirts before that are too small and knows how frustrating that is. She understands your pain, but she thinks that you should go eat some breakfast before you make a decision about the shirt. Some food in your belly will probably help your outlook on the shirt."
Has he figured out the whole "women want to be heard" thing or what? Elise smiled, laughed, and headed downstairs to pour herself a bowl of cereal. Problem solved. The guy was clearly meant to be a girl daddy... guess that's why he had three of them. Of course, living in a house full of estrogen, he has lots of experience in dealing with morning clothing crises. I think he's mastered it.

Bravo! to the daddy!!!
~~HUGS~~
Posted by: blessings from a wildflower | Wednesday, June 15, 2011 at 03:02 AM
I wanted to clcik "Like" on this like on FB and couldn't, so .....I LIKE this. : )
Posted by: Holly S. | Wednesday, June 15, 2011 at 12:08 PM
So sweet!
Posted by: Carey | Wednesday, June 15, 2011 at 10:10 PM