Telling Myself Stories

Maggie had been out of the shower long enough that she probably could have dripped dry, but she was still in the bathroom wrapped in her towel.

"Go get dressed, Maggie," I said.
"I'm telling myself stories," came her quick reply. I'm not sure how that prevents her from getting dressed, but apparently it does.

After a few more reminders, she eventually walked out to her dresser to get her clothes. While she walked she was singing herself a song, the words of which included, "I'm the only boy in my class, the only boy in my class."

I guess she wasn't kidding about the stories.