Wrangling a four year old and all of her stuff into one space to get dressed every morning was like playing whack-a-mole. She would make every excuse in the book about how she couldn’t find her gloves or shoes, and wander all over the house looking for them. This stacked on top of a bad habit we couldn’t break where she’d take her shoes off randomly somewhere in the house instead of at the front door and it was a game of memory trying to find them.