1...2...3..Dresses

At dinner tonight Kenna came to the table wearing one of my Christmas dresses. I don't mind her wearing my dresses, but during mealtime is a different matter. Mom toled her to go change, and she came back wearing one of my pretty summer dresses. Mom told her to go change again, and this time she came down wearing one of HER pretty summer dresses. However, we were all hungry so Mom just said: "You know what, it's one of her dresses. I don't care if she wears it during dinner; and if it gets dirty it's her fault." So, finally, we got to eat dinner.