Mother's Day. It didn't start out like I'd hoped, even though I'm usually the queen of low expectations.

Melissa didn't want to wear something warm to church, despite my assurance that it had turned quite chilly outside.

"Want to go feel at the door?" I asked.
"No. I want Daddy to pick out an outfit."

Huh? That'd be a recipe for disaster. He'd put her in overalls and a pajama top with sneakers and mismatched socks.
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