Everyday she asks me where the clean clothes are. and everyday I say in your closet
which is about the time she collapses on the floor in a heap of whiney letting me know exactly how she feels about the clothes in there
NOT A SINGLE CUTE THING.
I swear. everybloodyday.
So I'm clicking around on some silly looking get-ups.
she hates them all.
and then we get to these...
What about these?
no. those are curtains.
well atleast we know she doesn't want to wear curtains :)
woot.
note: She actually does have two dresses she likes to wear. and she would happily wear those two dresses every day till she's too big for them, except that I occasionally hide them because I'm mean but more because I get sick of seeing her in the same outfit every day when I can assure you her closet is brimming with pretty things to choose from.
