I'm You

I called the girls down to wash up for dinner tonight. Alexa arrived looking like this...

"I'm you, Mommy." Apparently she had wandered her way down to my room and decided to wear some things. Now I don't recall ever wearing two baseball hats or walking around with the race medal on, but according to her she is me. I was kind of excited by this. I was hoping that meant I could go to bed early while she stayed up and washed dishes and made lunches, but no go. She went back to being Alexa after the fun of eating dinner was over.

Chloe just though the whole thing was funny.

Well, until the new me tried to tell her what to do... then it wasn't so funny.