Ami (who just started school this week … big week for us) is very big on what’s her style. She won’t use her sleeping bag because black and green isn’t her style (luckily I found an old purple one in the shed).

Here’s a recent conversation we had about dresses.

Pete: Would you prefer a comfortable dress or a beautiful dress?

Ami: I would choose a beautiful and comfortable dress.

Pete: But what if you had one comfortable dress that was ugly and one beautiful dress that was uncomfortable? Then what would you choose?

Ami: I would never have an ugly dress.

Smart girl.

Why have an ugly dress in your life? Or an ugly mug? Or an ugly picture?

(And of course, the metaphor extends beyond physical things.)