Five Always Gets Me To Real
Hey, no fair! We don’t get to wear our pajamas!
I am wearing a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, and pink corduroy pants.
Did you think these are my pajamas? I ask her.
Age five nods her head.
Did you sleep in them? She queries.
I laugh.
No, did you sleep in that?
She looks down, to see what she is wearing.
Pauses a second. I don’t think so, she says.
Five is a lark, always getting me down to real.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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