A Fashion Conscience

It's cold here today. Hard frost. 32 degrees.

The Princess has outgrown last year's winter coat -- both in size (the sleeves are too short) and in fashion ("OMG, it's PUFFY! Daddy might like puffy coats, but . . .")

So, I made her wear the warmest jacket I could find -- it's a Champion sporty jacket with fleece. Apparently not her style. And it's royal blue.

As she wiggled her arms into it, zippering it over her bright green hoodie and her volleyball t-shirt and her purple skinny jeans that run all the way down her long legs to the black high-top Chucks, I could hear her muttering.

"This feels like a sin."