I didn't count on Leah. The other morning, in the middle of getting the three of them ready for their various summer activities, I handed Leah her clothes and told her it was time to get dressed. A minute later, while I was rummaging for snack items, I heard her say, "My clothes are on backwards." I took my head out of the pantry and beheld Leah with her shorts on her head, her shirt around her legs, and a self-satisfied smile on her face, checking herself out in any reflective surface she could find. Here's the G-rated, Internet-wacko-deterrent picture.
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