Claire had finally had enough. With three older boys in the house, she was feeling severely out-numbered and sick and tired of sword fighting. She brought me a small crumpled "dress-up" and demanded I put it on Gabe immediately.
"Mommy, I don't wanna wear pink!"
"Actually, now that I have it on, it's not so bad! It's really flowy, and I like the tiara!"
"Her name is Gabrielle and she's my friend now."
Claire: "From now on, it's just you and me Gabby!" Gab: "As long as I can always play in the fireplace..."