Words are from The One and Only by Valerie Tripp. I have abbreviated the story.
Maryellen held the plaid dress up in front of herself as she looked in the mirror. She sighed.
“Mom,” she said, “don’t you think this hand-me-down dress is sort of old and worn out?”
“Umph,” said Mom. She was holding a pillow under her chin as she slipped a fresh pillowcase onto it.
“I sure would love a brand-new outfit to wear for the first day of fourth grade,” said Maryellen. She got carried away, imagining herself in a chic, fashionable, grown-up-looking outfit like the ones girls wore on TV shows. Oh boy! Everyone would be impressed!
“Maryellen!” Mrs. Larkin interrupted in a no-nonsense voice. “Carolyn’s plaid dress is perfectly fine for your first day of school.”
“OK, Mom,” . . . As one of six children, Maryellen had long ago learned the sad but true lesson that parents had only a certain amount of patience and energy and attention to give, and you couldn’t use more than your share or your parents got mad.