She worked and wrestled with the sweater, finally getting one arm in – no matter if it was the wrong arm and the whole sweater was upside down.

To get both arms in, she appealed to Daddy. He straightened her out and she got the sweater on, in the way its makers intended.

“I will not be too chilly,” she said, marching towards the front door and preparing to go outside. Into eighty degree weather.

With only her undies on the bottom.


Not too chilly, indeed.