She was dancing all around, and looked all perky and stuff. I looked at her wondering what was up. She leaned down and said, "I fit in my old jeans!"
I don't know why this was such a big deal. She's pretty whatever size she is... Dad thinks she's pretty cute. But for some reason... she was really, really happy about that old pair of jeans. I don't have a pair of jeans. I have a lot of onesies. They're comfy... especially when it's hot.
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