Watch out Paris Hilton

Up until quite recently, Banany could care less what she wears. I could pick out whatever, hand it to her, she'd put it on without any opinion.

However, she has now taken up quite an interest in her clothes and has been changing...oh...about 24 times a day. How many of those outfits match even a little bit you ask?

None. Not a one.

It's actually impressive that she could come up with that severely mismatched outfits every single time.

We've worn these outfits all over the neighborhood, to the grocery store, to Target. I do try to steer her to a somewhat matching outfit, when I actually care. I give her a couple of things to choose from, which she does, but then inevitably asks for some strange accessory or totally uncoordinated color hair doo-dad.

Seriously, she is Ramona the Pest brought to life.

Can't quite see?

Let me tell you what we've got here:

Orange and yellow shirt with an owl

Brown and white track pants

Robin's egg blue clogs that were worn so many consecutive days she could barely walk up the stairs because her ankles hurt.

I admit, the pose might make this look a little worse. She immediately struck this when I pulled out the camera.
Here we have:
Pink argyle shirt
Slightly darker pink shorts
Christmas socks
Marble crocs