Dad gets me ready for daycare in the morning while Mom takes care of Abby. I was content to let him choose my outfits until he started doing it without turning on the lights. So much for geek fashion sense. Now I sometimes pick my own clothes, even if I have to toss all the pants out of the dresser to find the coveralls.
At least nobody can say my mother dresses me funny.
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