When I picked her up from the kindergarten, Molly was wearing ridiculous clothes and NONE of the clothes were hers.
It turned out she got wet and changed completely into random clothes she found lying around.
We went for a piece of cake, and while I was feeding Benny, she ran to the middle of the café and, to my horror, started taking the trousers off. Luckily and surprisingly, it turned out she had another pair of trousers underneath.
Also not hers.