It was a wet, chilly morning yesterday and I felt a cold coming on so I decided to wear a warm, cozy sweater to work. It's a soft, mossy-green color and it fits nicely. I bought it last year at the end of the season and hadn't had much of a chance to wear it yet. Miss M obviously didn't remember it at all.
I went in her room to wake her up and flicked on the light. After a few seconds of cuddling and back-rubbing, she finally opened her eyes. She glanced at me. At my sweater. Then she sat up straight and said, Your sweater is ugly. Just like that. Huh! I asked why she thought it was so ugly. She said, I don't know, I just don't like the color. I said, That's fine, Sweety. But I like it and I'm going to wear it to work today.
Okay, Mommy, she said, looking for something positive to say. Then she had it. Well, at least you can pick your nose and wipe your boogers on your sweater and no one will see them!
Great. I wore a booger shirt.