It was doomed from the beginning.
I dressed you Tuesday morning in your apple outfit from your Grandma G. Now, that woman doesn't pay full price for anything, even if the outfit is from Gymboree. So, don't feel bad about that.
As you ran into the living room, your apple leggings and smart apple onesie, the Dad said, "what are you wearing?" then made a joke about your preppy little school girl outfit. He threw out, "how do you like them APPLES?" even. Of course he did. You've worn the outfit before, but he must not have been paying attention.
When I picked you up that afternoon, you were waiting in the entryway at daycare, face smooshed against the glass of the door. And you were wearing a lime green skirt and a shirt with hearts on it.
Because there was this.
Your daycare lady apologized a hundred times. She said you just laid yourself right down in that mud puddle and tried to lap up the brown water. Nothing she tells me surprises me anymore. That woman has a great sense of humor and the patience of a Saint. And you? Well, you're three kinds of crazy; the good, the bad, and the filthy.