And last night before soccer practice she was NOT.
This was taken on Sunday, once we got her to stop crying (mostly about wearing the socks, as far as I can tell) and get out on the field. I'm dying to know what she was telling her coach.
She is the picture of cuteness and sweetness, but if you look at/in those eyes, I think there is a bit of fire.
At this point in the battle over the soccer socks, the score is:
Tiger 1, Mom 1. But both of us have the "resolve to endure" (a phrase recently used by a friend in relation to home schooling, and worthy on that note of another post, but fitting for this situation as well), and it would surprise me if the battle is over at this point.
I've still got a hold of the tail.