The Joke's On Me

This morning, I laid out a pair of jeans and a blue shirt for Lo, shook her awake, and went downstairs to pack her book bag. When I was finished with that, I went back up to her room to find her still in her pajamas. "I don't want to wear that shirt," she said. I reminded her that Sadie had given her the shirt--with its cute little angel on the front. She thought for a minute and I believed she was going to acquiesce. But then she said, "Well, find my owl shirt. She gave me that one too."

"Owl shirt?" I asked. I didn't recall any owl shirt.

"The brown one with the stars on the sleeves," she replied.

I found the shirt and chuckled to myself, because my smart child had confused an eagle with an owl. I was thinking about how, last week, Lo had asked Mamoo if the gopher had seen his shadow. I helped her put the shirt on and ran downstairs to get the camera, so I could make fun of her today on my blog. I snapped the shot (she never asks why anymore), grabbed her coat, and sent her out the door with Biggy to the bus stop.

Then I fixed my coffee, trying to decide if I should risk the cliche short-bus jokes, and sat down in front of my computer to pull the photo up on my screen.