This past Christmas, on the way to Ohio, we bought her a blue dress that she immediately fell in love with.
Well, she got it dirty while in Ohio and I told her she had to take it off for bed bc it had to be washed. I’d wash it and dry it that night and she could wear it when she woke up in the morning.
Ok. She took it off and went to sleep. And fell asleep shortly after, and didn’t do laundry.
So the next day, as soon as she opened her eyes the first words out of her mouth were:
I’ll wear my blue dress. My mom washed it last night.
Ouch.
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