Picture day: Or how I’m learning to let go

Pretty much every school-day morning, I ask Margaret, "What do you want to wear today?" Her answers go something like this: "Something with long legs." "Something soft." "I don't care. You pick." I'm not exaggerating. She just doesn't care — so long as it's comfortable. She doesn't like clothes that are tight, stiff or in anyway uncomfortable to her. Other than that, she doesn't care. So I pick out her clothes. She'll pick out things she wants at the store, but once it's home, she doesn't care anymore. So I was surprised this week when I asked her what she wanted to wear for school pictures and she said, "My froggie shirt." I wanted her to wear a nice magenta shirt that had a slight puff to the sleeve and buttons. She wanted to wear a long-sleeved t-shirt with cherries and a frog on it. Wanna guess what she wore to picture day yesterday?