I dressed Z in a yellow shirt and some jeans today. When she came home, she realized that there was a teeny tiny hole in the knee of her jeans.
Z: Mommy! There's a hole in my jeans
Me: yes, I guess there is. It's ok, it's a tiny one.
Z: *sighs* I can't believe you put broken jeans on me!
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