When my husband told his dad he wanted to marry me, his dad wanted to make sure that he understood that I was never going to be a “yes, dear” sort of wife. I took it as a complement. At least he didn’t call me a b*tch :-). That said, I have found it to be rather annoying over the years when my daughters demonstrate their inheritance of that particular trait. Witness their 11th birthday sleep-over cake. I don’t remember what the original sketch looked like, but I liked it and showed it to them expecting all sorts of oohs and awes. (This is when my husband likes to point out that I don’t actually want anyone else’s opinion, I just want a rubber stamp of my good taste . . . duh?!) Not what I got; I think Eleanor suggested I might want to check out a book she had on drawing faces and Grace decided that I needed to make each face representative of the actual child invited to the party. SO MUCH HARDER . . . And it was more than a little disconcerting seeing said children gleefully devouring their own heads a couple of hours later. But, to give credit where credit is due – my girls’ ideas were right on the money. That’s Eleanor in the pink sleeping bag on the left and Grace with the short hair and purple bag on the right.