she brings me her bow box and carefully chooses "pretties" to wear (and insists even if they don't match, especially if they don't match)
he begs to wear his Aunt Lisa Pants (yes, he calls them that, they were a gift some time ago, and are much much too short) I only can get him into other pants with the promise that when we get home he can put on the Aunt Lisa Pants. When we get home, I'm going to put on my Aunt Lisa Pants, okay Mommy? OK, Gray.
another tries to wear the same clothes (shirt, pants, SOCKS) days in a row (to school!) and sometimes I don't catch him
I took a test the other day and it was