Morning requests

This morning like every day my daughter wants to dress like a ballerina, my son wants no coat and other snacks for school, and my oldest son would win the who is the slowest contest: snail vs teenager! I gave up on my teenager, he will go to college next year and after that his future wife will have to make the best out of it. Middle kids just get ignored unless it's a life threatening matter, so my real struggle these days are my daughters requests. She wants to be a ballerina every day! Don't get me even started on the gender and feminism issue here... but the most annoying thing is that she only has 3 ballerina dresses, I only do laundry on weekends, because I work and I apparently suck at this so she has never a stain free ballerina dress even when it just came out of the dryer. That said 2-3 time a week my daughter looks like a homeless ballerina. So no one is allowed to take pictures during this phase of her, so that she won't get backwards trauma from these pictures. Though I knew this little scheme of mine wouldn't make it through the entire ballerina phase, I wasn't prepared for this disaster (although I must have payed and signed for this at some point): picture day!!! I was reading the note my daughter's teacher send the day before while we were walking from the car to the entrance. This was it, no way out! Well this will be remembered for ever, but all the great little things I do will be completely forgotten, because there is no one to take a picture.