The small child has been dressing herself more, which is great, don't get me wrong. But it means some days, we pick up Frances from school in ballet tutus, like so:
Frances's school friends love the tutus, of course, and swarm around Chandler, who then hides under my jacket. Oh, well.
Chandler is interesting, I'll give her that. She seems perfectly comfortable wearing blue and chatting about Spider-Man one day, and then dressing in three kinds of pink the next. Versatile, we'll call it. As our arachnid friend Charlotte says, Chandler "can turn with ease from one thing to another."
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