This morning, B insisted it was warm enough (because it was sunny) to wear shorts and a short sleeve tee (though it was only 50 degrees). I suggested she wear jeans and a tee. When we went to her haircut at 10:30, she asked for a sweatshirt. I told her she should listen to me because Mother knows best.
This afternoon, she was asking about the spider crawling up the wall. I said I didn't know what kind it was. So she says to me, " but you said Mother knows best."
I can't win.