I’m not known for wearing dresses, but a few days ago I found a cute and comfortable skirt at an irresistible price.  Today I wore it for the first time.

“Mommy!” Acorn said, trotting up to me.  “You got a…” He paused, looking at the skirt, clearly trying to think of what to call this unfamiliar garment.

“Oh, that looks pretty,” my mother said to me.

“You’re pretty!” Acorn said with delight at having found the word he wanted, and threw his arms around me.

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