We had date night last week and the Sherman's watched the girls. They went to a neighborhood block party and Brinley got a "tattoo". Not just any kind of tattoo, but a Tinkerbell one. It was really cute. The next morning I told her she needed to take a bath and we would be washing off Tinkerbell. Of course she had a fit (because that's how she rolls these days) and I told her fine, I wouldn't wash it off, but she was responsible for not letting it get wet. She took her whole bath with one arm up and out of the water. Not one drop got on Tinkerbell. She was so proud.
And it was a nice addition to her pretty dress at church that day.
You pick your battles, right?
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