Mirror, Mirror

When we get to the commissary on Tuesdays, our first stop is always the restroom.  My rule is that even if they don't need to go, they have to try.  Usually, all four stalls are available, and there is a mad scramble amongst the girls as to who gets the one next to...whichever sister they want to be next to that day.  Yesterday was no different.  

Jaela claimed the first one, Anya the second, and as Macey swung around the door of the third stall, she looked up at the mirror on the opposite wall, and said, "Hey, Jaela!  You got...Oh, wait, that's ME!  Mommy, I thought Jaela was going into the one right next to me, but it was really just myself I was seeing!"