no! She can manage on her own

Meanwhile, Emily, who had chosen the preschool level, preferred to dress herself. She felt a sense of independence and control in doing so. "Thank you, but I can manage on my own," Emily assured the caregiver with a polite smile.

The caregiver nodded, understanding Emily's choice, and stepped back, allowing her the space she needed to dress herself. Emily went to the dresser, selecting a pair of panties and a neatly folded school uniform, the most adult-like clothing in her dresser. With a sense of control over her own experience, Emily began to change into her chosen attire.

Becky, now dressed in her toddler-appropriate shortalls over her soft pull-ups, toddled out of her room with an infectious giggle. She couldn't help but feel a sense of whimsical delight in her chosen outfit. The caregivers and Lucas, who had been overseeing the adjustments, greeted her with warm smiles.

"Becky, you look absolutely adorable!" Lucas exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with genuine delight.

Becky blushed, her cheeks rosy with a mixture of bashfulness and pride. "Thank you, Lucas! I feel like a little kid again!"

Emily, on the other hand, smirked playfully as she surveyed Becky's outfit. "Well, aren't you just the cutest toddler in your shortalls," she teased back, her tone light and teasing.

Becky looked at Emily, a teasing glint in her eye. "And you, Miss Preschooler, look positively studious. Ready to hit the books?"

Emily couldn't help but laugh. "You know me, always eager to learn."

They both burst into laughter, the tension from earlier dissipating completely.