Tuesday, May 09, 2006


This weekend while Krista was gone, my three-year-old daughter A came in while I was getting dressed for church.

A: Why are you getting dressed up like that?

Me: I'm getting ready for church.

A: It's not very beautiful.

Me: Why not?

A: The color is not very beautiful. It's grey.

Me: No, it's more of a green. Here, I'll open the blinds so you can see. See? It's more of a green.
Is that better?

A: Nooo. I think you need to change.

Me: How about this blue shirt?

A: That's better.

So. Have I ever chosen my own clothes? I guess not. Will I ever dress myself again? I guess not. Oh, well. At least I'll look nice.