Gone with the Wind Fabulous

I was at Target with the kids. They were doing that thing where they gaze longingly at the toys in the toy section, so I was wandering around the girls clothing section. Not because I want to, per se, but because I don't enjoy the toy section, and yet, it's still not socially appropriate to completely abandon your kids at Target. So I scope out the girls fashions, even back when I didn't have any girls.

Anyway, this particular time, I found a few dresses on the clearance rack and I brought them to Lilly. I'm finding it harder to shop for her these days.  The boys would refuse to wear clothes, but it was usually pretty clear why: buttons? Then no.  Snaps?  Nope.  Collars?  Never.  But I haven't been able to exactly pinpoint what gets the Lilly stamp of approval and what will be politely relegated to the back of the closet.

So I show her the dresses and she's all, "Oh, pretty!  But I have to try them on."

"Look, can't you just tell me what you like and what you don't like?  I'm pretty sure these are your size."  I mean, it's not like we need to find clothes that hide her figure flaws, right?  If she likes it, I'll buy it and then we're done.

"Mom.  how am I supposed to know if I like a dress without trying it on?"

Okay.  Seriously?  My mother's been telling me that my whole life. I don't need it from my daughter, too.

"Lilly, it's your size, it'll fit fine."

"Mom, it's not about if it fits. It's about the way it twirls."