The other morning, as I was helping Playette get ready for school, I put on an old jacket in preparation for going outside in the cool morning temps.
It's gray and made out of sweatshirt material. All stretched out, zip front, with a hood. I thought nothing of it.
But then Playette spoke.
"Your name, Mommy? That's your name?"
"My name? Where?"
"There," she said, and pointed to my jacket.
"Ohhhh," I answered. "No, that's not my name. It says Old Navy."
She cracks me up.