But really, it has more to do with our own guilt than anything she's actually feeling.
The hand-me-down clothes are new to her and she wears them proudly, the dresses often backwards because "that's how their sposed to be, mama."
Why would people put the tag in the back where you can't see it?
The scuffed patent leather red holiday shoes she's dubbed her "tappin' shoes" and will, completely unannounced, break into a song and dance number.
"Tomorrow! Your bottom is only a day awaaaaaaaaay!"
And a mouth that will probably always get her in trouble. All while making everyone around her laugh.
"Mommy, can I have more pizza... ON MY BUTTCRACK? Knock knock? BUTTTTTCRACKKKKKK!"
The experts might somehow explain all her personality traits - funny, easygoing, content, but strong - because of her birth order or gender placement.
But what if she's just like that because she's Margot? And even though being the 2nd girl and 3rd child has influenced her indelibly, she is who she is because that's who she's supposed to be.
"You're my best mama," she whispers to me, with her forehead pressed against mine.
"And you're my best Margot" I reply to her, kissing the points of her smiling cheeks.