Morning Mania

This morning, we were running behind on getting ourselves dressed and out the door to take Julia to school.  (Running behind is basically our default state of being around here.  If Julia would just get dressed when I ask her to instead of replying, "Not yet!" as she does Gallop Time across the dining and living room floors, and if Madeleine could actually just wear the outfits we had previously picked out the night before, maybe things would go more smoothly.  But...)

At any rate, in a rare moment of compliance, Madeleine actually allowed me to just dress her in the clothes that were picked out for her, without hesitation.  Perhaps this is because this outfit had actually been picked out earlier in the week, then had gotten peed upon during the infamous "I peed on the flooooor!" incident, and instead wound up in the laundry basket and not on Madeleine the next morning.  I thought we had dodged a serious bullet this morning, as Madeleine was easily dressed, Julia's lunch was packed, and all we really needed to do was go potty and do hairstyles before heading out the door.

Well, the potty really did me in.  As she sat upon the toilet, Madeleine suddenly realized that the underwear she was wearing were NOT the underwear of her choice.  She began insisting she needed to go change into her "two monkey" underwear.  I told her that there wasn't time to pull off her pants and undies, put on new undies, and put her pants on once again. 

So she found a creative solution to her problem:

(Also notice that she was dissatisfied with her socks, so in her hands are her replacement socks.)

She's not stubborn.