So I was putting laundry away (if you've read from the beginning, you know that putting laundry away sucks the very life out of me) and Libby's was first. I put her things away, leaving a pair of pajamas on her bed for her to put on. On my way to Maggie's room, where I planned to repeat the process, I yelled down the stairs to Libby to come up and get changed.
This is the conversation that followed.
Me: "Libby, come up to your room and put your pajamas on."
Libby: "What about Maggie? Why doesn't she have to put her pajamas on yet?"
Me: "Uh. Ok. Maggie come upstairs and put your pajamas on."
Maggie: "What do you need, Mommy?"
Me: "I need you to come upstairs and put your pajamas on."
Maggie: "JACK! MOMMY WANTS YOU TO PUT YOUR PAJAMAS ON!"
And that, my friends, is Maggie in a nutshell.