I helped Lizzy pick out her clothes this morning, then left her to get dressed while I made breakfast (and by "made breakfast" I mean poured cereal into bowls). She was taking a very long time to get dressed, and I was getting frustrated.
Me: "Lizzy! Come on! Hurry up!"
Lizzy, running into the kitchen: "Sorry. I was ready and then this skirt was just yelling 'wear me' so I had to change my outfit!"
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