William picked out Neva's outfit today. He likes the big, beautiful, frilly clothes and big, fluffy bows. Then, without fail, he always asks me, "Mom, can she dance and spin around on her toes?" The other day, at the store, he insisted on picking out a "beautiful dress" for Neva. We were in the women's clothing section. He kept selecting these atrocious, wildly colored shirts. Bright, exotic patterns and vibrant colors. "What about THIS beautiful dress for Neva???" Unfortunately for him, every one was, "Hmmm, I'm sorry buddy, that's a little too big for Neva." Good thing A.) we weren't in the Girls' Section, and B.) he didn't realize they would have fit ME.
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