The messenger came on foot. Simone. Clothes. Follow me. I quickly gave chase and found Simone lounging on the couch in an outfit I had not chosen for her an hour earlier.
“I want to wear this,” she said, patting her hands on her chest for emphasis. I surveyed the outfit. Lavender princess T-shirt and purple skirt. It matched. Crisis averted.
Except it was nighttime, and the girls had closed their eyes an hour earlier. Or so I thought.
I walked into their room and found clothes scattered across the floor, hanging from the dresser drawers, sitting atop stuffed animals. I surveyed the mess and gave the final command for the evening. The house quickly fell silent.
But my mind raced. Simone will go to school in the fall. I have not been a fan of school uniforms, but maybe they aren’t such a bad idea.