One day last week, I was sitting on the front steps watching the girls play in the sunshine.
After a few moments, Hannah climbed up to my perch; she lovingly put her hand on my denim-clad knee and gently tucked the strand of pearls into my blue oxford cloth shirt.
“You are so sweet,” I said as I bent to kiss the top of her head. “Were you protecting Mommy’s necklace?”
Kissing me on the nose, Hannah shook her head solemnly and said, “No, I’m hiding them. You dress like a boy and boy don’t wear pearls.”