Last night, as I started moving Margaret toward bed, I took off her sweatshirt, which was not appreciated, not one little bit. She set about rectifying the situation. She thought about it,
looked at the sweatshirt critically,
and put it back on.
Actually, she piled the whole thing on her head and set off, but I didn’t get a picture of it balanced on top of her head.
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