“M-m-mom I can’t wear that!” I exclaimed and quickly realized that I had tears rolling down my face. I pulled my arm free from her hand and stepped backward as I swallowed hard against the lump that had formed in my throat. I hated the fact that I was blubbering, but I was honestly scared to death and I had to make sure she knew I was absolutely against this idea. However my argument wasn’t exactly a stellar example of my strong grasp of the art of litigation; in fact, in its entirety it consisted of only five measly words. “Mom, please don’t make me!” Pitiful huh?