Me, as M is spinning, and touching everything in sight, and squatting up and down in the bathroom, examining the ceiling, the walls, the window frame, and not getting ready to get in the shower, "I NEED you to listen. What is your direction?" M, "Get dressed?" Me, "Nope. Try again." M, "UN-get-dressed?" Me, now walking away again to attempt to increase independence, "Yes! ....... But you actually say 'get undressed.'" M, shouting after me, "MOM. BUT WHY are my boobs so small?" .............