On one of her "late start" mornings this week, Rachel asked me to come upstairs with her to talk while she got dressed. I put her off for a bit, since I had some work to do on a magazine story, but then decided to put it aside and walked upstairs.
She was so happy to see me. She had taken off her nightie and thrown it on the bed, inside-out.
"Is this the way we fold a nightgown?" I scolded gently.
She rolled her eyes. "Just like your husband!" she exclaimed.
Wow, I really had nothing to say to that.
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