But I didn't. So I'll have to describe it to you instead.
This morning when Cosette got up, I helped her to pick out seasonally appropriate, matching clothes---nice blue sweat-pants, white socks, and a matching shirt. Good outfit for being around the house, yet decent enough if someone happened to stop by.
However, after lunch, I remembered that I was supposed to run to the bank this afternoon, and we were also almost out of milk. So, I decided to make a quick errand run before the kids nap-time. Cosette had been playing in her room, and I called her and Eli to come to the living room. As my little girl ran out, this is what I saw:
She was now wearing a yellow and orange summer sun-dress, black tights, bright pink shoes, a fall purple jacket over her dress, a pink Easter hat, and white dress-up gloves. There could have been more, but that's all I can remember at the moment.
I almost cried out in shock and to ask her to go change clothes, but I caught myself just in time. She was obviously warm enough with all of those layers on, and she was 100 percent convinced that she looked 'beautiful'. So, I let her wear that outfit on our errands. You almost had to shield your eyes to look at her, but her happiness made it worth it :)