So much so, that if she is nearby when you open her closet door, she immediately starts reaching on tiptoes for low-hanging corners of shirts and sundresses while shouting out colors at random -- hoping one of her choices will stick.
Of course, she generally picks shorts on a 14-degree day or a too big sweater that I bought on clearance while stocking up for next year.
Like enough fun that I intentionally take her to the closet even though I know one or the other of us will leave the selection process irked by the other's stubbornness (We should have known the genetic mixer of Andy and Jen would not make for easy-going offspring).
I love my kids equally but...
it sure is fun to have a little girlie.
