Little Girl: Mom, my baby is sad.

Mom: Oh? Why is she sad?

Little girl: I think she is cold and she wants you to make her a sweater.

Mom [who can’t imagine thinking about sweaters in the Texas summer heat, but also just finished unpacking some remnants of pink yarn, which her daughter is eyeing hopefully]: OK, I can make her a sweater. A pink sweater?

Little girl : Oh, yes!  With a hood!… [seizing upon a window of opportunity] You know, I think baby Mulan needs one too.  [After Mom has worked a few rows] I think the baby will need booties too… and a scarf… and gloves for the snow… and pockets…

After a while, a compromise was made: