try to argue with that one

Recently I've been battling with Lydia (and I do mean WITH, as in the two of us are on the same side,  in the battle together, trusting that God will give her victory in this area).  We are battling the tendency to argue.  Like .....  I ask her to brush her teeth and she tells me she needs to brush her hair.  Or I tell her she can't wear the twirly dress and she begs to wear it anyways. Or, well, you get the idea.

So today I walked into the foyer (of my parents home) and found Lydia.  She was wearing only panties, standing next to her Cinderella dress and a mug of water. 

She looked up at me and said "Mom, I'm getting myself wet because my dress doesn't stay on me very good." 

And (maybe because we had already finished two good conversations about arguing) my first thought was, "Now that's something you just can't argue with." 

I laugh out loud at Lydia every day.  Maybe every hour.  She is just hilarious. 

She also loves to lick the beaters. And her hair gets wilder every minute.

Matt and I have agreed that this Lydia of ours is a conundrum.  Julianna is a bit like both of us, we kind of 'get how she works'.  Lydia is like.... well, we don't really know yet :)  I couldn't begin to guess what "she'll be when she grows up".  But I bet she'll keep me laughing!