Sometime during the dark ‘she needs help getting dressed because our Laundry Situation is Bad and she doesn’t know where half her clothes are’ time period, which was very long, Momo gained the cognitive capacity to pick out her own outfits. Which was delightful, because I’ve always tried to buy her, like, a capsule wardrobe that combines into easy outfits I’d would want to wear too, so whatever she picks tends to be pretty cute.

The thing is, when you only buy your daughter clothes you’d wear yourself… sometimes… you walk out of your respective bedrooms one morning… and find you’re wearing identical Where’s Waldo outfits.

She won, by the way. There’s no beating an almost-five-year-old in terms of sheer cuteness.