Monday, April 18, 2011
My friend gave Libby this beautiful white Easter dress. Since my daughter is two and acts like it, I knew putting it on her was going to be an ordeal. But with Eric holding her and me wrestling it over her head, we finally got the princess dress on. She screamed bloody murder the 30 minutes to church.
BUT...after three hours we came home and Libby had come to grips with the gown. I even saw her smoothing the tulle and walking with a little spring in her step.
And I say that is what good parenting is all about: forcing your kid to do stuff they don't wanna.
(I may not have had this philosophy as a teenager...)