It was just a few minutes past 7 and I was in a rush, as usual, doing five things at once in my morning mission to get the girls to school and myself to work in a timely manner. Miss A and I were both in the hall bathroom and she was in slow motion mode, or so it seemed to me in my impatient huff of a mood.
“Miss A,” I said, trying not to sound irritated at the fact that she was STILL not dressed. “I laid your red shirt out on your bed because I know that’s your favorite color.”
“Blue is my favorite color, too,” she said and then she paused and added, “And family is my favorite color,” gave me a sweet smile, and then I promptly forgot why I was in such a hurry.