I Drew This

The slightly more significant other had a date to meet an old friend for brunch today. They had dinner last night and the old friend wanted to meet the little misses. C had picked clothes for both of them but Little Miss L, in one of her many bouts of stubbornness and feisty independence wasn’t having any of it. She pulled out a skirt and top that she wanted to wear. C is rather stubborn too, so there was a stalemate. I tried to broker a deal, with C conceding to the L-favoured top as long as the white shorts (not the denim skirt) went with it.

I put this to Little Miss L, explaining the concept of compromise. But she still saw that she was being dictated to, so even meeting half-way was still an infringement on her liberty and was therefore inherently unfair. (Articulate little thing, she is.)

So when diplomacy fails, C did what any parent would do under the circs: she bribed her to wear the originally picked-out outfit. There may have been the promise of chocolate or unfeasibly large lollipops in the offing; I don’t know the details. And the C-picked outfit went on and all was right with the world.

Then C walked in on me as I was doing up my shoes…

“You’re not wearing that, are you?”