On Sunday morning I had the child dressing production line in full swing, decking the children out in their Sunday best.
I was rather enthralled watching the morning TV as I grabbed a baby and started dressing the bub as it compliantly sat on my lap. When I was all finished, (shoes and all, which is an accomplishment for me, shoes can be such a bother), I called out for Missy, who was supposed to be next on the triplet dressing production line. I was totally shocked that the “boy” I had just dressed looked up expectantly!
Whoops! I dressed my darling girl in her brother’s clothes!
But somehow. I didn’t think she minded all that much. She’s already a fan of boys toys.