Leah wakes up every morning wearing nothing but her diaper. It should not be supposed that she goes to bed every evening in this same state. I distinctly remember watching a cute, fuzzy, pajama'ed girl get carried upstairs by Daddy just last night. If memory serves, it was the curly-haired one, which can only mean Leah. So what happened to her clothes?
I asked her this morning.
"Leah, why don't you have any clothes on?"
"Ummmm, red."
"You took your jammies off because of red?"
"Yep, red."
"Do you like red?"
"No."
I am not sure which of us will need more therapy.
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