Rachel has about thirty dresses. Some we bought . Some her Grandma bought. Most of them, however, have come from her older cousins. They are all really nice.

Still, she has been insisting that I have more “pretty dresses” than she does. I tell her that I don’t. I’ve been slowly getting rid of clothes I don’t like and when I buy new clothes they are usually not dresses. I do enjoy the compliments I get from her everytime I wear a dress. I’ve been wearing casual summer dresses lately. One day when I put on a black rayon summer dress, her eyes got wide and she asked, “Mom, is that your wedding dress?!!” She’s been good that way to me. When she was two it didn’t matter what I wore. It could be an old worn out night gown and the first thing she’d say when I’d walk into her room in the morning was “Pretty nightgown, Mama.” Or when I was changing and wearing a homely looking nursing bra, she’d exclaim, “Pretty brawl, mama!” I’d even get “Pretty breasts!” once in a while. I can’t complain. She’s been good for my ego.

The other day however, after we were discussing our dress collections, she walked into the office after having been in my closet, with an astonished look on her face and said, “Mom! You were right. You only have three pretty dresses!”

I’m a little hurt. I think I have at least four that are pretty.