Scarecrow?

Bargaining with Maggie this morning to get her to her to wear a pair of cropped jeans.  I pointed out that they were soft, not like normal jeans, and loose, not like normal jeans, and then she pointed out that, "Look!  And they have a scarecrow!"  Huh?  I'm all like, "Yeah, OK," just happy that she's actually beginning to put them on, "Where's the scarecrow honey?"  She points to the place where the button should be and then it makes sense, "Ohhhh, you mean Velcro!"  "Yeah, Velcro!  I can do it all by myself!"