Trouble. Big Trouble.

I'm so in trouble.  Yesterday morning, I went into the girl room to wake up Sarah for school.  She groggily asked me if I would pick out her clothes because she had forgotten to lay them out the night before.  Her extremely indecisive nature leads her to try on multiple outfits, debate about which one is right for the day ad nauseum, and then miss the school bus and breakfast.  I picked out a nice dress and leggings.

Ten minutes later she bounced through the kitchen to pick up her bowl of granola and yogurt for breakfast, wearing a perfectly nice dress that was completely not the one I had chosen, but lovely just the same.  

Me:  What happened to your other dress?  Was something wrong with it? (It's always good to ask around here because often dirty clothes get put in the clean laundry and clean clothes in the dirty laundry, courtesy of little helpful hands) 

Sarah:  (grinning)  Oh, no, Mom.  I just asked you to pick out something so I could wear the total opposite thing.