The Battle of Lowercase 'p'

This week Eva was chosen "Student of the week!" at Doodlebugs.

What does this mean?  I inquired politely.

Apparently, she makes a poster about.....her life?  Things she likes?

Ok.  I can handle this. 

Meanwhile I am mentally doing the math....
There are about 10 kids in her after school program, including Dylan; 40 weeks in the year; please tell me I am not going to make 8 posters of my children...but anyway.  Focus.

Student of the week!

We happened to have some fotos from the summer for another project we are working on.  I ran a couple design ideas by Eva, which were quickly shot down.  
  
But that's fine, its her project after all.  She decided she wanted cats in the background, and photos with captions.  

(For the record, that idea was far less complicated than my ideas, so I went with it.)

Eva did the whole thing.  However, she tends to get a little lazy/careless, so I asked her to write the captions in pencil first, so I could check them.

I know it is only a Doodlebugs project, but if she's going to do it, it is going to be correct.

She did a beautiful job.  Nice and neat, simple yet effective.

However, she (still) has an annoying habit of placing random capital letters in the middle of words.  No reAsoN.  JuSt beCaUSe.

So I pointed it out.  "Hey Eva, can you fix your 'p' in these sentences?"

And so it began.

The battle of lowercase 'p.'

"No mommy, the other 'p' doesn't look right," she replied.

"Well I'm sorry; I did not create the alphabet Eva.  Please change it."

"No!  It looks wrong!  I don't want to change it!"

Seriously, at this point, I cannot believe we are arguing over something so trivial.

This went on for some time.  I eventually gave in; after all; it is a Doodlebug's project.

But I did express my great displeasure.

"Eva, I don't know where we went wrong.  I have raised you to appreciate all letters equally.  I don't understand or accept your discrimination of the lowercase 'p.' "

She just looked at me.