My youngest daughter had her school picture today. I tried this morning to no avail to get her to wear a dress. Frankly, I don't care. We always buy the smallest package of photographs because my sister-in-law is a photographer and she takes excellent pictures of the girls. I wanted her to wear a dress only because I knew the other girls would be dressed up and I didn't want her to get upset. As I pleaded with her to wear a dress my daughter told me: "Mommy, the teacher just told us to bring our smile, that's all we need." We put on jeans and a cute shirt.
We left the house and picked up my daughter's classmate, our carpool buddy, on the way to school. She hopped into the car wearing a colorful skirt, tights, dress shoes and a big pink bow. Immediately, I knew what was going to happen to next. My daughter melted into a little ball into her carseat. Her face turned bright red as the tears started to roll down her little cheeks. I looked at the clock and knew what I had to do.
I raced home, grabbed her favorite pink dress, tights, pink suede shoes and a hair band. We changed in under six minutes and were back in the car. I looked at her face in the rearview mirror as we pulled up the street on our second attempt at getting to school. I suddenly realized we were following the teacher's directions to the letter when I noticed what she was wearing – a great big smile!