The Star has Arrived

So often, I find myself saying yes simply because I don't have a good reason to say no. Last night, our little ballerina caught me in exactly that situation. We had a cold snap, so I asked her to grab her jacket for ballet. This is how she appeared moments later:
That is not her jacket; that is her robe. Ballerinas wear their robes in the dressing room. Why shouldn't she wear her robe to ballet? It was just as warm as her jacket. Well played, my little star, well played.