The wee girl is growing up but not out. Now that her arthritis has been under control for over a year she's finally reaching the height of a typical 4-year-old. But without an ounce of fat on her tiny little body. Which means jeans she's had for a couple of years still fit--I just sew ruffles to the bottom to accommodate her height. Last year's dresses are now shirts. And therein lies the daily struggle...
Me: If you're going to wear that top, you need to wear pants.
Her: But these are my favorite, favorite leggings! (Editor's note: she calls tights "leggings"...anything without feet are called "pants")
Me: Leggings aren't pants. And that dress is now a shirt. Shirts are worn with either pants or skirts.
Her: But it is a dress!
Me: It's too short. It's now a shirt. Find a pair of pants.
Her: See? (turning so I see her backside) It covers my panties. It's a dress.
Me: Oh...that is so not the definition of a dress!
In the end she found another actual, length appropriate dress to wear with her favorite, favorite leggings. Her teenage years are going to be awesome! Though, in retrospect, I should be happy she at least wears panties.