After her bath K2 came running down the hall, followed by my laughing, apologetic wife who said, "She picked it all out herself."
"It" in this case was her big sister's flannel pajama top, way too big, with the collar popped, over black leggings [the glow-in-the-dark bones were turned inside out] and giant goggle sunglasses. She looked like Rue McLanahan alighting from the bus and making a giddy, Lady Luck entrance at her nearest Indian casino.
