But, just for kicks, I'll give you a little story from my childhood that probably explains a lot about me.
My mother went out of town and took all the other children with her, leaving me with my dad, when I was about 2. She calls him the next day and asks him what he's going to do with me all day, and he lists a few babyish things and then says, "and then we'll change her clothes a few times, because that's her favorite thing to do."
And really, I'm not much different these days.
Edit: So I get the real story from my mother: "My mom had back surgery, so I brought Susan (the baby) with me, since Michael and Elizabeth were in school and Marcia was always good at entertaining herself. I called home to ask how it was going, and your father tells me Michael and Elizabeth had a good day in school, and then said, 'And you were right about Marcia, she changes her clothes all day and I just do her laundry.' You were three, and pretty good at changing your own clothes, and you did it all the time, mostly to change into that pink pleated gingham dress you loved with the little tiny pleats all the way around."
Which isn't much different, but I like the details.
And I'm going to look for a picture of that pink dress, because Mom's right, it was AWESOME!