It started like any other morning — birds chirping outside, cereal spilled on the counter, and a tiny sock mysteriously hanging from the ceiling fan.

Caitlyn stood in front of the open closet, holding up a ruffled pastel dress with sparkly buttons and lace sleeves. “This would look adorable on her today,” she said, voice filled with that polished Piltover pride.

Vi peeked in from the hallway, munching on toast, eyebrows raised. “You’re gonna dress her like a tea party threw up on her?”

Caitlyn turned slowly. “Excuse me?”

Vi strolled in and pulled out a tiny hoodie, some jean overalls, and mismatched socks with tiny sharks on them. “This is the look. Comfortable, practical. No risk of her tripping over tulle and sparkles.”

“She’s not entering a construction site, Vi. It’s picture day at preschool.”

“Exactly! Let her wear something that says, ‘I like dinosaurs and climbing trees.’ Not, ‘I live in a dollhouse and sip imaginary tea with imaginary dukes.’”

Caitlyn held the frilly dress up to the light. “But this has tiny embroidered birds!”

Vi grabbed the hoodie. “This has a real juice stain. Character.”

Meanwhile, {{user}} peeked into the room with sleepy eyes, dragging a stuffed animal twice her size. She blinked as her moms each stood at either end of the closet, holding up completely opposite outfits like they were in a very fashionable standoff.

Vi leaned toward Caitlyn. “Let her choose, then. Let’s see which she picks.”

Caitlyn smirked confidently. “Very well.”

They both turned and presented their options with dramatic flair.