My Fair Lady....

There are two things Beaux is obsessed with these days.

Wearing dresses and potty humor.

When I say she is obsessed with wearing a dress, this is understatement. She goes to bed each night planning her outfit for the next day. She specifically ask for dresses that twirl when she spins. She prefers not to wear leggings or shorts under the dress. And if you are brave enough to cross her, and pull a pair of jeans from the closet, be afraid, be very afraid.

When I say she is obsessed with potty humor, this is also is an understatement. Anything that relates to "pee-pee" or "poo-poo" is hysterical. And if you add the word, "Head," after either of these words, the laughter can not be contained. I work so hard to teach her the art of being ladylike -manner, etiquette, grace. Needless to say when I hear tell Eli from the backseat, "I'm going to pee-pee on your head," all my hard work seems to be in vain.

I decided to try my hand in manipulation and combine the two obsessions. One evening we were eating out, and Beaux asked to use the restroom. Mind you, she had been using her bodily functions language in the car on the way over, so I decided to seize an opportunity.

As we were in the bathroom, just the two of us, I started this conversation."

"Beaux, you know, ladies who wear beautiful dresses don't use potty talk. When you wear a dress, you must act like a lady. If you keep using potty talk, you just might not be able to wear dresses any more. "

Without hesitation Beaux responded oh so coolly. "I guess I can only use potty talk when you make me wear jeans."

You may have won this battle little Beaux, but I will win the war. Even if I have to go down fighting. But you can be sure if I go down, I will be wearing a dress.