Today, much like everyday, I told Stella to get dressed. For some reason, even though the girls have to get dressed every. single. morning. it comes as a complete shock when I tell them to do it. Like they are hoping I'll forget that they need to get dressed. And then maybe I'll forget about showers. And brushing hair. And eating food other than candy. And then, I'll forget about chores. And bedtimes. And school work. Before you know it, I'll have filthy, feral children who are ecstatically happy. And you know we can't have that! I don't want them to be happy!! :P
In any case, I told Stella to get dressed because she had knitting class this morning. She did and came out in a lovely dress and a devious smirk. Stella says to me,"I'm wearing ALL of my clean underwear! There are <pause while she hikes up her dress counts in front of me, and the front window> 17 pair. Every day, I'll just take off the outside and inside pair and wear one of the middle ones!"
This is her genius plan. I don't know why or how she comes up with the these things. Sometimes you just have to roll with it. And sometimes you tell her to take off 16 pair of underwear and put them away.
This is your friendly reminder to vote. All you do is click, which takes you to the website where you then do nothing. Or you can do something, but you don't have to do something. It's easy. Thanks :)
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