putting on the peony print sundress your mother bought you for your birthday, you remember that shes crazy about you wearing a bra.
you swiftly grab the closest matching bralette you have, brush your hair, and then descend to the kitchen.
your mother is sitting, drinking coffee and reading her new copy of some book her friend jeannie recommended.

oh well dont you look pretty, whats the occasion? not often I get to see you all dolled up.

whats that supposed to mean?

down a cup of coffee, grab a granola bar, and head outside.