The socks we were all given for soccer were so thick, Abby has not been able to wear them until this week. Her new soccer shoes finally arrived and I made sure to order them a little big for that very reason, so, this was the conversation while getting ready for the game:
Me: Abby, you get to wear your soccer socks now that you have proper shoes!
Abby: I HATE SOCKS! THEY FEEL WEIRD! THEY'RE WRINKLED!
Me: They feel weird at first, but then you'll get used to them.
Abby: I DON'T WANT TO WEAR THEM!
Me: Everyone else on your team is wearing them and you are too. It's part of your uniform.
Abby: I want to wear MY football socks!
Me: When you're on a team, you dress alike to show support for one another! You're going to wear them!
Abby: [frusterated but resigned] Oooooooooooh! I wish wearing socks wasn't part of Heavenly Father's Plan!
Also, she set up a "restaurant" one day while I was on the phone and this is what was on the menu:I thought it was rather modern and sophisticated for being Fruit Loops and Cheerios. Or maybe we watch too many cooking shows.