My sister needed an early morning babysitter a lot of years ago.  I showed up about 7:00 am to help her three girls get off the school.  They all wore uniforms, so there was no fuss over clothes choice.  The two older girls were out the door on time without a hitch. The youngest one was 6.  She was about two weeks from her first communion.  Uniform or not, she was a dawdler and a bit contrary.  No, not those socks....no, my other shoes...I want eggs not cereal...you get the picture.  We were finally ready to leave the house.  It was spring and the morning had a bit of a chill.  I held out her sweater which she refused to put on. Cajoling and warning didn't work. We were running short on time, so I told her I was putting the sweater in her backpack...just in case.  When we were leaving, I noticed she had taken the sweater out of her tote.  I grabbed her hand and the sweater and went out the door.  

As we waited for the elevator, I asked how her Communion lessons were going.  She said they were fine.  I asked if the lessons she learned included being a good little girl and doing what she was told.  She said yes.  I saw my opening and reintroduced the sweater.  Nope...she still refused the sweater.  I asked her if she was learning new prayers.  She said yes.  I told her she better pray very hard to be a good little girl.  She said she does pray hard.  With that, she folded her hands, rolled her eyes to the heavens, and said "Dear Jesus, please make her give up on the sweater."  Jesus answered her prayer.  I put the sweater into my own tote and didn't mention it again.  I was no match for a six year old with God on her side, and I was too busy trying not to laugh out loud.  Score: Katie 1, Auntie 0.