"Anna, what are you doing? You can't wear shorts today. It's 40 degrees out."
"But I WANT to wear shorts!!!"
"Why do you want to wear shorts? Are these pants uncomfortable?"
"No!! I just want to wear shorts!!!!"
"Well, I'm sorry. It's winter. Short-season is over. No shorts."
"WWWAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" (insert copious amount of tears, dramatic melt-down and weird unreasonable behavior here) "You're mean!!! Sydney's mom let's her wear shorts to school every day!!" (I manage to resist the urge to point out that Sydney's mom works full time and has three daughters between the ages of 6 and 9 and therefore has no energy to give a shit what any of them are wearing to school.)
"Anna, what is this about? Why do you want to wear shorts today?"
"I want to wear shorts BECAUSE THEY SHOW OFF MY LONG LEGS!!!"
OH. MY. GOD. It's starting.
And as further proof why I LOVE David, when I told him about this conversation and how much trouble we are going to be in when she is a teenager, his response was "I'll weld up a chastity belt with two broken hearts on it. We should also teach her bad hygiene."
I definitely have the right partner to get through this with.