Laurel is quite the
bullshitter diplomat. Observe:
Laurel: "Hey Mom, look! I'm wearing the pajamas you made!!"
Me: "I see. That's great! I figured you didn't like them."
Laurel: "Of course I like them."
Me: "Okay, good. I didn't know, because you don't usually wear them."
Laurel: "That's because I want to keep them clean."
The only reason she wore those is because all her others were in the laundry. I know this because I overheard a previous conversation in which she told Greg she was not wearing her PJs with the long pants because they were all dirty. I don't really care if she doesn't like the ones I made, and I don't expect her to wear them to please me. I was just looking for something to do when I made them. But she's so quick with her diplomacy it's unnerving. I mean, she came up with that BS reason for not wearing them without any hesitation whatsoever.
The teenage years are going to be especially difficult with this little Eddie Haskell on our hands.