Back at work

For my first day back at work Tuesday after the long Labor Day weekend, I broke all the fashion rules and wore white pants with a blue shirt and white sweater (no white sandals, only because I don't have any. For now).

I walked into the kitchen and Drew said jokingly, "Go back and change. You're breaking the fashion rules."

Rachel, who was eating breakfast, piped up, "Don't tell her to change!"

"You don't want Mommy to change?" Drew said.

"No!" Rachel answered. "Because she looks BEAUTIFUL!"

Later Rachel observed that Drew was breaking the no-white-after-Labor-Day rule because he was wearing white sock.

"So you're not listening to the law," she said earnestly. "Actually, BOTH of you are not listening to the law."

I think we should put her in touch with Anna Wintour, don't you?

***

We were discussing who would clean up the other night. Drew likes doing it because he says it relaxes him to make things clean; I do it because it gives me something to occupy my mind and my hands.

Rachel was trying to decide who should clean up dinner and settled on Drew because, as she said to me, "You have to clean up when Daddy's gone!"

"Yes, she does," Drew observed.

"Your fairy godmother can clean up!" Rachel said.

"I don't HAVE a fairy godmother," I said, somewhat crossly.

"You might have a fairy godmother," Rachel said mysteriously, "even if you don't THINK you do."

Well said, kiddo.