As I was picking up the girls’ room at bedtime tonight, I noticed Raggedy Ann wasn’t wearing her apron.
“Bella, where is Raggedy Ann’s apron?” I asked.
“I took it off?” she explained, matter-of-fact.
“Dolly needed it,” she said, “She just got baptized.”
I suppose Raggedy Ann’s apron would make a decent white garment at that. Someone was paying more attention than I realized!