My bad

I adore Lily, but she is turning out (thus far at least) to be much more girlie than I. So imagine my delight when she came out of her bedroom this morning wearing this very cool outfit:

I needn't have gotten my hopes up. When we got home from dance class it was much warmer outside, so she went upstairs to change out of her jeans. I was greeted with this:

Actually, to be completely accurate, she first came out having changed into the pink polka-dotted skirt with her black t-shirt still on, asking me to help her take her shirt off.

Me: Why do you want to take your shirt off? You can leave it on with your skirt.
Lily: No, I want to wear something prettier.

Sigh.