Like Mother, Like Daughter

This morning when Ruthie dressed herself she put her shirt on backwards. When I pointed out that her tag was in the wrong spot she grabbed her shirt into her fists and said defiantly with a furrowed brow, “NO! I want this way!”

Then, when I wasn’t looking, she pulled her arms out and turned the shirt around the right way.

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