I took my daughter out to the store looking like this yesterday:
Yes, her shirt is on inside out and backwards. Yes, the green and white stripes clash fantastically with the pink and white polka dots.
But she dressed herself!
Sure, if we were going somewhere super fancy, I’d have suggested she pick out something else (those are jammy pants, after all) and I’d have given her some gentle direction to put it on correctly.
But to the store? I was proud that she did it herself, and that she was pleased as punch at her independence.
But first, we had to have a banana muffin snack.