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."
"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."
posted by Dad at 1:53 PM
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