Last night, I was giving Emma a stack of nicely folded clothes to put away and explaining how I fold them in sets so that all she has to do is pull out the shirt and shorts together and she's ready to go (I've noticed she has NOT BEEN using this system so I thought a brief tutorial would be helpful).
She replied, "Yea, but you like things all neat and matchy and I'm really more like [dramatic pause] freaky."
I said, "By freaky, do you mean you don't ever match your clothes?"
"Exactly!"
She would have made such a great hippie!
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