“Keaton, can you get J dressed?”

Keat, standing in the kitchen: “Ugh! Mom!”

“OK, fine, how about this? I’ll go upstairs to get her dressed, see what a disaster it is, freak out and make you stop everything you’re doing to pick up OR you can get her dressed.”

Keat, scowling: “I’ll do it now.”

Thank you.

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