Picking my clothes.

As I was getting dressed this morning, I noticed one of my golf shirts was hung on the closet door for some reason. I put it back in the closet because I thought Maggie had hung it up from the clean laundry. I was wrong.

Elsy came in to the room after I put the shirt back and told me.
I picked a shirt for you. Where did it go?
Of course I had to grab it off of the rack and ask her if that was the shirt she had wanted me to wear today.
Yeah, that's the one!
So, now my kid is picking my clothes. I guess it is a logical progression: Mother > Wife > Daughter.

Anyone but me I guess is the lesson of this story.

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