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.”