8:00 AM
Me yelling upstairs to Abby's room: "Abby, breakfast is ready. Please put your clothes on (from your pajamas) and come downstairs".
8:05 AM
Abby come down stairs in her pajamas and eats breakfast.
8:25 AM
Me after Abby's done with breakfast: "Abby, please go upstairs, to your room, and put on your clothes, Mommy has set them out for you".
8:30 AM
Me: "Abby, PLEASE go upstairs and change your clothes." Abby runs upstairs.
8:40 AM
Abby comes downstairs talking to a doll in her hands, still wearing her pajamas. Me: "Abby!, upstairs now!" Abby runs upstairs again.
8:45 AM
Abby walks into the living room still wearing her pajamas. She sees me and yells, "Stop looking at me!". She turns around and runs upstairs again.
8:46 AM
I yell upstairs, "Abby do not come down her until you've put your clothes on, do you understand?"
8:50 AM
I hear Abby on the stairs talking to herself in her typical cutesy voice. And then I realize who I'm dealing with: a girl who no longer is young enough to listen to her Dad. She's sitting on the stairs, (note she has not come down the stairs yet) reading a book IN HER PAJAMAS!!! (see actual photo)
8:52 AM
I go outside to work on the shop contemplating living with a teenage girl for the next 14 years.