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starting to hate that little patch of hair above those hard emeralds.
    “I took her to the park for some physical activity before we came home and practiced her math.” I turned back to the sink.
    “The park?”
    “Yes,” I answered shortly.
    “I don’t think that is educational, Miss Ashwood.”
    His tone was patronizing, just like it was during my interview. The bubbling of irritation started to rise inside of me.
    “Roberto’s cancellation was very last minute so I went with a physical activity that would allow her enough time to practice her math before dinner.” I stood facing him from behind the counter.
    For a moment, he looked as if he were trying to read my face before abruptly walking away.
    Good god, he is such a ... a ... I tossed the cloth into the sink and headed toward Victoria’s room. If I ever get my hands on hair clippers, that condescending eyebrow is getting buzzed off.
    SEPTEMBER PASSED AND October arrived with a full color palette of orange, red, yellow, and brown. Victoria was coming along in her math. She still seemed to be struggling a little, but I swear the level of math they forced on first graders was absolutely criminal.
    “Tomorrow is my big math test,” she sighed heavily as I tucked her into bed.
    “You know what?”
    She looked at me.
    “If you get an A on your math test, I will let you dress me up however you want for the day.”
    Her eyes lit up. “Two different shoes?”
    I nodded, even though that remark was making me nervous about the deal.
    “They can’t be like one heel and one tennis shoe though. I have to be able to walk.” She giggled and nodded. I kissed her head and switched off her light on the way to my room.
    When I picked her up from school the next day, she was bouncing. She stopped right in front of me and held up a white paper with a large green A on it.
    “I guess this means you’re dressing me up?” I raised an eyebrow at her mischievous grin.
    We got home, and I made dinner before we had to leave for horseback riding.
    Victoria insisted on cashing in on her dress-up reward. She dug through my closet, and even through hers, before finally assembling my outfit. Thankfully, I was allowed to wear my jeans since it was chilly outside but was humiliated by the rest of the outfit. I ended up wearing a fluffy, cotton candy pink sweater my dad bought me one year for my birthday, along with one green sock, one red sock, one black tennis shoe and the other white. A pink tulle tutu was tied around my waist.
    “Are you serious?” I said as I examined myself in the floor length mirror.
    “Oh, I’m not done yet,” she snorted.
    She slid fingerless rainbow striped gloves on my hands, draped a purple scarf around my neck, and pulled a bright blue and white polka dot snow hat over my head. The kind with the puffball on top and the long strings that hang down from ear covers.
    "Is the hat necessary?" I bent down onto my knees as she pulled it over my head.
    "Yes, the hat draws attention to your blue eyes.”
    "Oh, really? Or does my hair look so bad it needs a hat on it?"
    She placed her hands on her hips and got very serious.
    "Of course not, silly!"
    "I was just checking." I straightened up and looked back into the mirror. "Really?" My reflection was taunting me.
    “Yep, you look marvelous!” She giggled. I convinced her to let me put on a turtleneck and a t-shirt under the pink sweater, for warmth, and took one last look into the mirror before we left.
    Claire, her riding instructor, looked me over with large, curious eyes while the other nannies, children, and parents laughed.
    “Um, interesting outfit you’ve got there, Sophia.” Ella appeared next to me.
    “She did it,” I yelled loud enough for Victoria to hear. I saw her giggle as Claire helped her onto her horse. “I told her if she aced her math test I would let her dress me up.” I did a spin. “You like?”
    Ella laughed.
    “It’s fabulous.” We stood talking during the lesson, and I