Ella: I'm ready for school...all dressed....(she said this with hesitation in her voice)
Me: Looks great! You just need a shirt for under that dress.
Ella: Ughhh!!! What?!! No I don't! Why?
Me: Because it's not modest.
Ella: I hate your rules! You're not being nice!
Me: They aren't my rules. Heavenly Father gave us rules about our bodies and I made a deal with him to enforce those rules as long as you live in our home.
Ella: What's not modest about it?!
Me: The sleeves. The sleeves are too narrow.
Ella: Oh yeah? Oh yeah?! Well what about the beach?
Me: Heavenly Father has different rules for dressing a the beach.
Ella: I hate the rules.
Me: I know you do, but those are the rules of our home.
(she starts heading up stairs and mumbles under her breath...)
Ella: Maybe you're NOT the best Mom in the whole wide world.
Do I really have 11 more years
of this discussion ahead of me?