Sabrina is a harsh judge of fashion. She took one look at Daddy's ensemble before he left for work and this is her reaction. Then I changed my belt and shirt and made it better, and she smashed pear all over herself by way of approval.
Mommy used to do that but she can barely pluck my monobrow any more, or keep an eye out for ear hairs. Plus she figures I should have been able to pick it up myself after seven years. No dice, baby. I'm fashion dyslexic.