Toughest job in the World

I feel like I should get paid to change Sophie's clothes. That's pretty much the only reason someone would take on that kind of a job...if they were guaranteed a steady paycheck. I mean, it's seriously a 20-minute endeavor. The girl weighs eighteen pounds soaking wet, but still, she somehow manages to outsmart me every single time. Take pajama time tonight, for instance. I get one leg in, then the other leg but now the first leg is out, then I get the first leg back in and the second leg is out so then I give up on the legs (first leg back out by now anyway) and try for the arms.., so I get one arm in, then try for a leg again, and then the arm is out. I work in a frenzy for a minute or so and then it turns out both legs are in one leg hole and her arm is in but the arm hole's inside out. Finally I give up and put her in a sleep sack.