Last night, babysitting:
Zoey: Where’s that blue lady?
Zoey. That lady that was with you. The blue lady.
Me: Um…oh, my sister? Colleen? She was wearing a blue shirt, that’s very smart of you to remember.
Zoey: Is she coming?
Me: No, she had to go out with her friends.
Zoey: Oh. *pause* She wears your shoes, you know.
Me: Yeah, I know.
Zoey: That’s silly.
I’m going to miss that kid.