All By Myself

She came dashing into the office tonight, practically tap-dancing with excitement.

"Mama, I, I, I, LOOK!" She patted her belly firmly. "I did it all. by. my. SELF!" She'd put her pajamas onto her own body, with no assistance. And we don't give her an easy out with single-neck-holed nightgowns, either. I could hardly believe she managed the long sleeves, let alone getting everything on right-side forward. But Dada was a witness.

She wanted an encore, so we ran to her bedroom, where she showed us mastery of socks. Socks are hard, man. She's got skillz!