Who are you wearing?

“Rissa, come look!!”  I yell.

“What?  What?”  She slides in the kitchen in her socked feet.

I point out the window.  “Look!  The snow is falling all in slow motion!  Isn’t it beautiful??”

“OOOOOOOOH!  It’s so pretty!”

(Given this year’s snow ridiculous accumulation, I don’t know how we can still be impressed, but there it is.)

“It looks so… so… sophisticated,” she says.  “I feel like I’m not fancy enough to even watch it fall.  I should avert my eyes.”

“Do you feel under-dressed?”

“I do.”

“Shall we change into our ball gowns?”

“Oh, yes!  Let’s.”

It was one of those “little things” days.  I love those days.