Here she is, putting on her pajamas. She's getting pretty good at pants. I'd say she had those licked in less than 10 minutes this time. But the shirt. That's a whole different ball game.
(I offer to help before she even gets started)
"No, Momma. I do it my-telf."
Wait. Let me get another look at this thing.
I know it's a shirt. I think my head goes in here somewhere. But where?
See, Momma? I don't need any help.
Now the sleeve and we're done.
Wait. Did I miss something here? Something is wrong with this shirt. This can't be right. First neckhole, then sleeve, right?
Yeah, that's it. I got it. Thought I lost it for a second, but nope. I'm right on track. So what if it's taken me 15 minutes to get this far?
Ok, on to sleeve two. Something still seems a bit off, but I'll work that out later.
Ok, on to sleeve two. Something still seems a bit off, but I'll work that out later.
(5 full minutes later)
Ok, this feels wrong. It feels really wrong, but this has to be it. Right? I will not give in. I will not give up. I am two.
Oh yeah, I got this. Told you I could do it.
Ta da! Told you I could do it. I'm TWO, after all.
And you were worried!
By the way, in case you were wondering, I like to wear my shirts inside out. This was totally how I meant for it to be. And so what if it took me 25 minutes just for the shirt? I'm dressed, aren't I? And the important thing is...I did it MY-TELF!!!
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