Trixie scowled at the sweater thrown across her bed. She leaned down and fingered the soft pink yarn that had been used for the sweater’s creation. She picked up the sweater and held it up to herself, grimacing at her reflection in the mirror. Exhaling loudly, Trixie threw the sweater down on her bed.

"Who am I kidding? This is absolutely the worst sweater she has ever made for me," Trixie groaned.

Trixie looked down at the blank piece of paper in front of her. She recalled her mother’s firm request:

"Trixie, you need to write a thank you note to your Aunt Alicia for the sweater she sent you for your birthday. You've put it off too long. You may not leave the house until it is done."

"But what can I say about a pink sweater that has rainbows and lace?" fretted Trixie as she sat down at her desk.

She gripped the pencil tightly in her hand and squeezed her eyes shut. Trixie waited a few seconds, but no thoughts or words came to her. She stood up and paced her room. She held up the sweater again. Still, no words came her mind that were appropriate for a thank you note to her fussy aunt.

"I'm going to be stuck in this house for the rest of my life. Thanks a lot Aunt Alicia," grumbled Trixie.

Flipping her pencil back and forth, Trixie’s mind began spinning a solution to her dilemma. She walked over to her closet and rummaged through it until she found a nice pair of slacks. She put them on and then pulled the sweater over her head. She combed her hair and added a bit of lip gloss. Finally, Trixie pulled out her cell phone, planted a big smile on her face, and took a picture of herself. After sending the picture to her printer, Trixie removed the uncomfortable clothing and tossed it to the back of her closet. When the printer was done, she grabbed the photograph. At the bottom, she wrote in her neatest handwriting,

"Thank you Aunt Alicia. I wanted you to see how it looks on me."

Satisfied that Moms would be pleased with the correspondence, Trixie crumpled up the blank piece of paper sent it flying into her trash can. She bounded down the stairs and gave her mother the completed thank you note. Moms looked at the picture of Trixie wearing the hand-made sweater and winced at the home-made creation.

"You did good, Trixie," she said as she folded up the photo and slid it into an envelope.