I caught her running across the yard in pink plastic princess slippers and a gown.
Her destination was not the ball at the palace, though.
Her destination was either the chicken coop or the cow pasture.
I convinced her that barbed wire was not kind to ball gowns. I figured that would convince her to stay closer to the house where I could more easily supervise her.
She considered my words carefully before looking me straight in the eye, stripping off the pink plastic princess slippers and ball gown, and running back toward the pasture.
It is a humbling experience to be outsmarted by a three-year-old on a regular basis.