Last night I shared with her that I had been a clown, a nurse and even an angel once for Halloween. She was puzzled about the angel costume.
“What did you wear?”
“A white dress and tights, wings and a headband with a halo on it.”
“Was it the headband with the stick to hold up the halo? Why do they make them that way?”
“Well, in my case, I am not an angel and don’t have a way to hold up a halo.”
“Mama, you’re my angel.”