This is what happens to young ladies . . .

. . . when they come to a house full of boys.

Too much clover in our yard to go barefoot, so I provide shoes. Well-worn navy blue crocs. I'm pretty sure Miss Lola has never worn navy blue shoes at all, much less crocs. Then I proceed to watch as Lola and Justin play at the water table and by "play" I mean get totally dirty and soaked. I take off the dress, but decide that I must send her home wearing SOMETHING, so . . .

I put her in Michael's t-shirt. It may be the first t-shirt she has worn?  Hey, it's almost a dress. A gray and black Star Wars dress. But, look, at least I did this:

 

 Jackson was pretty impressed with the matching shirts.

I may never be allowed to babysit again.