Sunday, July 01, 2007

How I Know She's My Daughter

Ava, apropos of nothing, at 1:20 p.m. on a Sunday afternoon:

"Can I stay in my jammies all day? I want today to be a pajama day for me."

Half an hour later, as we are starting to mobilize after a morning spent hanging picture frames and curtain rods (and straightening out our toy disaster of a basement), Gwen asks Ava if she's ready to go upstairs and get some clothes on.

"No thanks," she responds. "It's going to be a pajama day for me today."


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