MyThreeDaughters

Tomorrow is school picture day for Fontaine. First grade.
We discussed it tonight at dinner. We suggested that, after dinner, she go upstairs and pick out an outfit.
She informed she would be dressing as a caveman.
(I sensed she might have school-picture day confused with an amalgam of Halloween and a Geico commercial, but I let the string play out.)
“I’m going to wear a dirt skirt and a headband made of sand.”
Princess Elizabeth barely looked up from what she was doing, i.e., not eating dinner.
“When it’s my picture day,” Elizabeth said, “I’m going to dress pretty.”
Now, I’m not saying anything was meant by that. I’m not saying it’s always the beautiful ones who can incinerate a rival with a few well-chosen verbal smart bombs.
What I am saying is: Ouch.