The other night before bed Roslyn was having a rough time of it. Nothing she was trying to do was going well and she had been sent to her room (for the third time) with a stern voice about getting her pajamas on.
I went to her bedroom to get Sam's pj's and encouraged her to do what Daddy was telling her to do.
"Can you read me my story, mommy," she asked as she miserably began taking off her clothes saying, "I want to switch."
"You want to switch what, honey?"
"I want to switch people!"