Conversation that took place tonight:
“Mommy, you got a new piwwow (pillow)!”
“No, honey, it’s the same pillow I’ve always had.”
“But look!” (pointing at the navy blue pillowcase surrounding the pillow)
“I just put a pillowcase on it.”
The fact that I had actually put a pillowcase on my pillow (after the kids tore it off and I was too lazy/tired/overwhelmed for a week to dress my naked pillow) was clearly impressive to my 4-year-old. How sad is that?!