I imagined I would dress my daughter in cords and knitwear. Imagine if Monty Don was a three year old girl. Alas, she wants to dress like she went to Disneyland and got rolled in glitter and unicorns.
How do I reconcile myself to her terrible fashion sense? She's going up a size and as I sadly pack away all the lovely clothes she has furiously refused to wear, I wonder if I just save myself the money and energy and buy her the bloody unicorns and Frozen merch?
Proud of her fierce independence and sense of autonomy, I suppose 