“You’re not wearing that tomorrow. Put it back in the closet.”

“BUT MOM!”

“Stop calling me But Mom and find something else to wear.”

“What about…”

“No.” *Cue tears*

“I could wear this and this…”

“Wear that and something else, or that and something else, but not both of them together. You’re not going to clown school.” *more tears*

“What about this and this?”

“So… summer on the bottom, and dead of winter on the top? Come on, Kiddo.” *full blown crying*

“Ok, look. Let me find something, because it’s 45 minutes past your bed time, and I am losing my cool here. What about this…”

“Oh. Yeah. I like that. Ok, I have to go to bed now Mom.”

This was just a few highlights of my ordeal – it went on for 45 minutes. She’s not even 10 yet. I’ll be bald by the time she’s out of high school.