Boy! Alicia sure was a little drama queen! I remember the day my parents finally recognized it. I was 15 and they called her a "pre-Madonna", whatever that means.
She had been running around the house in her underwear, screaming that she hated all her clothes. They were boring and old, and she wanted new ones. My parents pleaded with her, and begged her to get some clothes on. She could pick anything she wanted, but she didn't want anything she had.
They even tried to look to me for help, but I just smiled and said, "I don't get it. Maybe I'll understand when I'm older."
That frustrated them even more, but it still made me feel a bit good, showing them how horrible that excuse was.