Picking My Battles

Now with the turkey haze in full swing, as well as the Manhattans, I can look back to a wonderful Thanksgiving.

We always have Thanksgiving dinner at our extended family's house. It was really great! The food was superb, and the clean-up was painless. As far as I'm concerned, it was the perfect Thanksgiving, except for one small glitch.

A couple of weeks ago we were in the car and we were talking about Thanksgiving. Vivi, still in Halloween mode, asked this question;

Vivi: "What costume do I wear for Tanksgiving?"

Me: "You don't wear a costume, you wear a pretty dress."

She was quiet for a couple of minutes, like she was pondering something.

Vivi: " I'm gonna wear my Alice in Wonderland dress, it's my prettiest." (Vivi was Alice at her birthday party as well as Halloween)

Matt and I kind of looked over at each other.

Matt: (quietly) "She'll be over it in a couple of weeks."

Over the next few weeks, she told everyone she was wearing that dress. I took her to a bunch of different stores so she could pick out a new dress. No such luck.

This morning she woke up and got the dress out of the closet. It took a lot of convincing on my part to make her wait until it was time to start getting ready to put it on.

So here we were showing up at the door for dinner, me dressed up, Emerson dressed up, Matt in his work uniform (he's on call today), and Vivi rocking the Alice dress with a HUGE grin on her face.

After dinner my mother (cause she's evil) asked what dress she was going to wear for Christmas? Guess what Vivi said?

I'm going to have to buy her one of those Disney Princess dresses, just so we have some variety!