While I was cooking dinner and doing dishes tonight, I heard an awful lot of grunting coming from the living room. Shortly after, Gracen marched into the kitchen sporting a proud smirk, her ballerina skirt, and her fuzzy red footie pajamas on her arms only while the body and legs of the pajamas floated behind her like a cape. Apparently the shirt and leggings combo we decided on earlier in the day lacked the pizazz she was looking for…