And Definitely Not Coffee

A brief conversation after breakfast Sunday morning as we prepared to go to church.

Me:  Zia, I need you to get dressed.

Zia:  Can you help me?

Me:  Sure.  What do you think about this dress?

Zia:  Yes, yes, yes.  I like that one.  Can I wear my brown shoes?

Me:  They don't really match the dress.  What about your white ones?

Zia:  Well, they're too big.  The brown ones are just right.  I think I'll wear the brown ones.  Don't you like the brown ones?  I like this  dress.  Please don't brush my hair too hard. It hurts when you brush it too hard.  Can you tighten my shoes?  Are we going yet?  It's raining, we're gonna get wet.  We should get the umbrella.  It's in the garage.  My dress is going to get wet.  My hair is going to get wet.  Where is Zoë?  We can't leave Zander.   Come on Zander, let's go.  I like this dress......

Note to self:  Zia is no longer allowed to have extra syrup with her French Toast.

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