Yesterday, Evelyn had a friend over after school. The two girls were scampering around, with Charlotte always a few steps behind.
As I pulled freshly baked cookies out of the oven (!), I heard Evelyn’s friend say, “Look out! Here comes the witch!”
Evelyn looked up and me and I said, “Oh, am I the witch?”
“Don’t worry, Mommy,” said Evelyn, in a soothing voice. “You aren’t the witch; you’re our maid.”
“Dirt is ugly brown, but if we didn’t have that ugly color, we wouldn’t have the beautiful green things growing in the spring!”