This morning.

My son looked at me. Stared even. Perplexed. As if he’d seen a ghost.

My daughter looked at me. Squinched her nose up and contorted her face into completely unnatural positions.

Both their responses were the same, “I’ve never seen you wear that”

That moment you realize you wear too much black. My children are triggered by my pink pants. Dead. Bah ha ha.