I was attempting to clean my teenage daughter's room this morning, when I noticed a familiar-looking sun dress on the floor. I went over and picked it up. Isn't this mine? I thought. Then I saw a sweater on the ground. It looked familiar, too. What's going on, here?
I went downstairs and asked my daughter how my articles of clothing ended up on her floor.
"I went through your closet and found some things I want to wear for school," she explained. "I have another of your sun dresses, too. I'm wearing it tomorrow."
Oh. "Okay," I said. "But I thought you didn't like my style."
She shrugged. "It's okay. Sometimes. And besides, the dresses fit me."
I see. So maybe Mama is fashionable after all!