"Why do you always buy black clothes? I don't like that color. It's too dark and evil," Mom ranted.
"But I like it. What about this red dress?" I countered, holding a girly, flowery dress.
"No. I also don't like red. It's too aggressive. Pick this pink one instead. I like pink," she smiled victoriously, knowing that she already won this argument and held out an oh-so-beautiful-but-not-meant-to-be-for-my-style pink dress.
"Okay then," I sighed, thinking that it was okay as long as it's not going to be my money to spend.
Touché, Mom.