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.