Today is picture day at school. This morning, my eleven-year-old daughter went through her closet, looking for something to wear. "Mom, I don't have anything good for picture day."
I walked in her room and checked out the situation. "You have plenty of clothes." I pulled a few tops out.
"I can't wear those!" she exclaimed.
"They're not fashionable," she said, and then added, "We have to go shopping."
"Girlfriend," I said. "It's seven o'clock in the morning. You're not going shopping. Just find something!"
Ten minutes later she came downstairs. I looked at the girl. The top she had on looked kind of familiar. "Isn't that mine?" I asked.
"Yeah. It was the most decent thing I could find."
(So, I guess I'm not so unfashionable after all! )