I don't do gloves

 Catherine and I were invited to a Victorian Tea Party last weekend (hats and gloves mandatory). I took a loose understanding of the word "mandatory," so when Catherine flung the contents of her dress-up box to the far edges of her room Sunday morning and discovered that she could only find one glove, I wasn't too worried. "You'll just look like Michael Jackson," I said.

"I need TWO gloves," she wailed. "But if you want me to look stupid, that's fine."

So guess who stepped in while I was rolling my eyes over the necessity of gloves? Daddy. He took his princess to the mall just to buy her gloves. When Catherine came home she gave me a big hug and said, "Mommy, I love you. I love you because you married Daddy."

And for this I wore a Victorian wedding dress.