A/N: Just a very short bit today.
"No," Emma shook her head emphatically. "That's not happening."
Mary Margaret stood before her, hopefully holding out a frilly little white dress.
"Worth a try," Mary shrugged, before pulling out the jeans and t-shirt she had left in the shopping bag.
Emma took the clothes and the shoebox her mother added to the pile in her arms before retreating to her room. Five minutes later she slunk back out with her shoe laces still untied and the button on her jeans undone. She stood before Mary Margaret for a whole minute before muttering.
"I need help."
Mary Margaret stifled a smile before kneeling down to do up the button that that was too tough for four year old fingers to manage and the shoelaces Emma had found she no longer had the fine motor skills to knot.
"Thank-you," Emma muttered again.
"You're welcome."