Pinkalicious

One of the great (and sometimes not so great) things about commuting on transit with Reagan is that we get to spend so much time together.

When I dropped her off this morning, one of her teachers commented about how much pink Reagan had on – her new winter hat, her vest, her pants and her socks were all or mostly pink. She spent most of the day in her (not pink) short sleeved shirt, but by the time I picked her up, that was dirty and changed into something new.

Since she had her sweatshirt on and I never know what is in her change of clothes box, I asked her which new shirt she was wearing. She half-heartily showed me her shirt, but then announced, “I’m pinkalicious!”

And, yes, she got some outright laughs from those sitting near us on the bus.