Yesterday, I told Lillian she was going to Grandma and Grandpa’s for dinner, because I had to sing at church. She immediately ran into her room and started stripping. Shoes, socks, off. When she came out with one arm still stuck in her dress, I asked her why she was changing.
“I just wore this dress at Grandma’s house on Saturday! I can’t wear the same thing there every day!”
I should note, that also yesterday, when looking at our summertime family portrait, she commented, “Why am I wearing that in that picture? That is a bad outfit for a picture!” I’m in trouble.