After

Every Sunday I take great care in getting Clara ready for church. I love getting her dressed up. But every Sunday, no fail, by the time we get home from the church she is a wreck. She looks like I feel after 3 hours of trying to get her to stay still, which is impossible. This week she looked like some homeless kid when we got home. As you can see, her hair was pulled out, but only on one side. It didn't show up too well in the picture, but her face was covered in some kind of black, dusty crud and dried snot. Then there are the tights. She hasn't figured out that no matter how hard you pull them, they are not going to come off.

Someone needs to teach her how to be a lady!