On Pari's choice of clothes

Pari likes deciding what clothes she would like to wear when. Most items in her wardrobe are gifted from relatives. And people buy frocks, skirts, salwar-suits for girls. They do not know that the girl is more fond of t-shirts and jeans. She hates all the fancily decorated items of clothings and complains that they irritate her. She has only occasionly got a chance to shop for herself, but whenever she did, she picked the most elegant ones of the choices given. She didn't take time to decide, neither did she budge from her decision even when coaxed. Her Daddy is so proud of her for this and hopes that she continues to have this wisdom even when she grows up.
Everytime when she has to go out, she insists on wearing shirt and pant. For the last one year, her favourites are a red t-shirt with a cat on it and blue jeans that Kunal Mama got from Bangalore, and a navy blue t-shirt with Minnie Mouse on it  accompanied with red trousers bought for her by Mummy-Daddy in Kharagpur. Now Aaji doesn't like the idea of repeating the same set of clothes eveytime. Also, most of the time stepping out of home is for attending some function, for which Pari's choice of clothes doesn't seem appropriate. Moreover, all the beautiful frocks etc will rot unused if Pari is allowed to go by her wish. Thus Aaji uses saam, daam, dand, bhed to make her get into the clothes of Aaji's choice.
Mummy, however, follows the middle path. Pari is allowed to wear her choice when Mummy dresses casually, i.e. salwar-kameez etc. On occasions when Mummy wears a saree, Pari has to wear some frock. The arrangement works most of the time, but Pari tries her best to get out of it before attending family functions by insisting that Mummy should dress casually too. This has gone deep in her head to the extent that before thinking of what she should wear, she worries about what Mummy is going to wear, whenever there is a talk of going out somewhere. Many days before her fourth birthday, she kept on telling Mummy, "Tu maazya vaadhdiwasala yeshil tar saadi nako ghaalshil" (don't wear a saree when you come for my birthday).
A couple of months ago Pari visited Vizag, her Daddy's hometown. There, at RK beach, she saw a huge satue a a baby-girl, who, in the name of clothing, had only an underwear on. Naturally, the curious kid started the enquiry:
Pari: Why is the baby naked?
Mummy: The baby went out playing in the sea-water and got all drenched, so her clothes were put to dry.
Pari: She didn't take off her clothes before getting into the water?
Mummy: No, she forgot.
Pari: Who put her clothes to dry?
Mummy: Her Mummy did.
Pari: (after a small pause) What was her Mummy wearing?
Mummy: (Thinking. Wondering what ladies living near the sea usually wear) Why do you want to know?
Pari: Tell me, what was her Mummy wearing.
Mummy: A saree, maybe.
Pari: Oh, so the baby wore a frock that got wet and has been put to dry!