We went shopping for another pair of pants on Saturday (remember the cut up black pants fiasco). As I followed her into the dressing room she had a pair of pants for $12 and some really weird shirt. Then she said, "Mom, I can do this myself. Please wait." Then she closed the curtain and hooked the lock. Rude.
After a few minutes I asked her if she needed any help. "Nope. I'll tell you when I'm ready." Fast forward another 5 minutes. "Okay mom. You can come in."
"I like them"
"I know, I look super cute! Can I have the shirt?"
We did get the pants too. If she cuts them up, I'm grounding her for 400 years.
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