The other day Norah wanted to pick out her own clothes, so we said "ok". But then she picked out two pairs of pants and no shirt. We told her she needed to trade a pair of pants for a shirt, but she wasn't having it. She started crying and screaming and rolling on the floor (she is two now). We left her for a few minutes. When I came back, I said "how about this shirt. Grandma and Grandpa got it for you?" Tears ceased, a small smile emerged, and she happily put the shirt on.
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