Me: “Hey! Why are all these clothes thrown everywhere?”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “We’re doing a fashion show.”

Me: “Who is WE, exactly?”

(dog walks out of closet, tail wagging, with a bathrobe belt tied around her middle and a bonnet on her head)

LMT: “Me and Sif. I made her beautiful.”

Me: “She was already beautiful. Are you sure she’s having fun?”

(dog wags tail and isn’t trying to leave)

LMT: “She loves her outfit. It’s French.”

Me: “Well, French or not, at least untie that belt and…”

LMT: “No!”

(long pause)

LMT: “Daddy, I don’t think you understand Fashion.”

Me: …

Me: “OK. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”