At the Breakfast Table

Mornings go one of two ways at our house, and never down the middle. One way is smooth, happy and all pink ponies prancing on cotton candy. The other way is pretty much the seventh circle of hell. More often than not Ava and I have good mornings, but the bad ones do rear their ugly heads now and again. Fortunately, today was rainbow cotton candy.

"Mama, I have green socks."

"Yes Ava, I know."

"My pants are green, Mama."

"Yes, I know. Now would you please eat you oatmeal?"

Ava gasps with excitement in a moment of realization, "Mama, my socks and my pants are green! They match! My pants and socks match!"

A future fashion maven on our hands?