More on dress

I intended to write this down but kept getting side tracked. Last time I talked about having fight with April over dress or pants on cold (well, cold as a relative term here ;)) winter days. Then that Sat about a week later we had the same argument again. It took me a good hour to talk her out of wearing a dress. Just as I thought all is good through the day, we came to the piano class classroom. I could feel April get slapped on the face just like mine. There was this discrete moment we were just staring at the other 2 girls (the whole class is small and there are only 3 girls) who obviously were wearing dresses.

Afterward, I thought hard on this matter and I noticed both girls had thick tights on. So I took April to our friendly Target and picked out 3 winter tights of her choice. Those we had at home aren't really the right ones, and they have holes, result of falling in the playground. April wanted to put them on the moment we left Target, I let her. What I got is a crying baby in my hippo. She kept complaining the tights didn't feel right, it's uncomfortable near the upper thigh and underwear area. Well, tights as it is so called TIGHTS, the fabric holds on TIGHT to your skin. It does take some get used to time, isn't it? She went back home and tried all 3 tights and ended up crying more, realizing all the tights feel the same. We had another talk and eventually I believe she understand and accept the fact that pretty does cost a price. She put on one of the tights once more and came down for dinner without complaining about the tights ever again.

Then recently April was playing with her scooter outside of our garage. Our neighbor came by, on her way to throw away their household garbage. She praised April's dress. She then came to me and told me her daughter wanted dress but nothing when she was young, and now that she's 8 years old, she hates them and won't wear any dress. She now has a headache on changing her daughter's wardrobe all over again with just pants. I looked back at April and I see another American girl growing out of our roof.