This is proof that I have matured and mellowed in my 16 1/2 years of parenting.
Previously, I would never have allowed my child to wear Dorothy's red slippers to church on a Sunday morning. I also would not have allowed my child to wear clothes that are too big.
This morning I did both. I told her that she was lucky she was Child #7, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten away with it.
I don't think she understood the significance of that statement. Child #1, on the other hand, understood completely.
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