She spent the morning playing dress up, and when lunchtime rolled around, she was in between costume changes. "Go get dressed so we can eat lunch," I told her.
She hurried upstairs.
A few minutes later, I could still hear her shuffling around in her room.
"Did you get dressed like I asked, Abby?" I yelled upstairs.
"Yes Mommy!" she replied.
"Well then come downstairs so we can eat," I reminded her.
"I'm coming," she yelled back. "I just need some accessories."
Someone's been reading too many Fancy Nancy books.
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