DNA

DNA is a funny thing. I had no idea little girls come pre-programmed with fashion sense. Wednesday afternoon I told Gillian she and I would be going to the Moms Talk meeting at church on Thursday morning. Knowing how she gets nervous about being separated from me, I started reminding her of all the friends she knows that would be in the play room with her. She looked perplexed. Then, disgruntled. I kept talking, trying to bring up the mood, but it wasn't working. Finally I said "what's wrong?" The answer:

"But what will I wear??"