“Elizabeth, does your mom know you are wearing a midriff shirt?”
What was a midriff? What does she mean does my mom know I am wearing this shirt? Of course my mom knows what I’m wearing, I’m five, my mom helped dress me this morning.
It was warm out,probably summer, and my outfit looked like sunshine. Bright yellow. That’s all I really remember, bright yellow with a small red or pink pattern on it, flowers? Boats? Lady bugs? It was sunshine, I felt like sunshine and then suddenly I was unsure of my sunshine.
“I’m sure your mom would not want you showing your belly button.” What? Why not? What’s wrong with my belly button? My mom let me wear this outfit, she let me be sunshine! But just in case, I spent the rest of the day trying to hide my belly button from my friend’s mom.