Sew it has come to this

My daughter A has been learning how to sew from Grandma Maggie. Apparently A whipped up a skirt for herself earlier today. She's made a couple of pillows and another skirt, too. Krista related the following conversation to me tonight:

Krista: I can't sew very well. And your Dad isn't even interested in sewing, he'll probably never learn to sew.

A (horrified): You mean that for the rest of his life he'll have to buy his clothes?

Obviously, Mom is not around today

A (from upstairs): DAD! I DON'T HAVE ANY CLOTHES!

Me (Downstairs): YOU'RE CRAZY! I PUT ALL YOUR CLOTHES AWAY YESTERDAY!

A: MY DRAWERS ARE EMPTY!

Me: Come here.

A: WHAAAAT?

Me: COME HERE!

A: OKAY!

(thump thump thump thump down the stairs)

A: There are no clothes in my drawer.

Me: Do you remember yesterday when your drawer wouldn't close because I had put so many clothes in them?

A: Yes.

Me: But now there are no clothes in your drawer?

A: They are in the wrong drawer.

Me: So. Get your clothes. Out of the wrong drawer.

A: Okay!

(Thump thump thum--)

A: DAD! Z IS WEARING MY CLOTHES!

Z: THEY WERE IN MY DRAWER!

Me: Come here.

Z and A: WHAAAAAAAT?

Me: COME HERE!

Z and A: OKAY!

Z (upset): These aren't mine but they were in my drawer!

Me: Sigh. Listen. I put your clothes away yesterday. I can't always tell whose clothes are whose. So if you find your sister's clothes in your drawer... don't wear them. Give them to your sister.

Z (still upset): But now I can't get this shirt off! It's too small.

Me (helping her get the shirt off): A general rule of life is, "If you can't get the shirt on, it's probably not yours."

Z: I could get it on, I just couldn't get it off.

The children finally arrived, Z dressed with clothes from her drawers and A dressed in the clothes that Z had returned to her.