During the 98673679th fitting of Avery's Easter dress (which I'm making), she started to get a little impatient. So I said, "Avery, not many girls have moms that will make them dresses. It's pretty nice of me, isn't it?" And, Avery, in her typical Avery way, said, "Mo-om, sewing a dress for me is YOUR dream, not mine. I'm the one nice enough to try it on a thousand times!"
Sometimes the truth is hard to live with.
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