toy v. socks, rematch

A cool and drizzly Wednesday morning. Purple Day at preschool. I walk into the girl’s room, as cheerfully as possible, flip on the light and announce, “Ash, time to get up.”

“Don’t. I’m sleeping.”

I ignore her and begin to rummage through her drawers for purple clothes.

“Here’s a purple top,” and then turning toward the girl, “Ash, it’s show-n-tell day. Something purple.”

I keep rummaging, “Here’s a purple sock.”

“I don’t want to take that. Can I take a toy?”

B, nearby, “Are you sure? No one else will bring one.”

“No, daddy. I want to take a purple toy.”