Truth From The Youngest

Truth From The Youngest

Yessa and I are snuggled on the couch looking at old photos. I have a specific picture I want to find to round out a blog post about our recent Udvar-Hazy visit. (The post that got published posted itself prematurely. Very disconcerting.)

As we were scrolling through photos we came across the set from the year we scored tickets to the White House Easter Egg Roll, and this photo in particular.

Rolling down the lawn at the White House.

“Is that Monkey’s Easter dress?” Yessa asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Huh,” she said. “You used to try hard.”

How well this child knows me.