Tutu and Hot Pink Pants

Today Shelly is wearing a pastel pink ballerina tutu and hot pink corduroy pants. Its what she picked, we're not going anywhere, why fight it? I heard a big sigh from the kitchen and looked over to see her sitting at the table with her head in her hands. "What's wrong?" I asked her. Spread out on the table were papers, stickers, markers, scissors. "I just can't do all this work!" she said. She sounded exhausted from all her work. She decided to come over and sit next to me and take a rest. At 9:30.
She seems to be going through a period of extra clumsiness, or more likely needing extra attention. I hear "OWIE" about twenty times a day and then I'm expected to fuss over whatever body part has been "injured." I suspect these minor injuries would normally go completely unnoticed but right now she feels that she needs some extra loving. So I'm trying to give her more attention. But today I also tried to bribe her. "Shelly, if you go for the rest of the day without any more owies, then you can have a piece of candy." We'll see if that works. (Does that fall into the "creative parenting" category? Or is it "questionable parenting"?) In the mean time, I have to go play a game...