Kregg moves slightly, a puzzled look comes over his face and I know ... he's getting ready to ask a question. This is how it is with him. Kregg says whatever is on his mind.
"Mama, how come you look so dressy?" He moves farther back and looks me up and down ... taking in what he calls 'dressy'.
"This is how I always look for work, Kregg." I rough his hair. "Remember, we've talked about this before. I wear 'dress' clothes for work days."
Kregg wrinkles his nose. "That's what I thought, I wish today wasn't a work day. I like you home." He shrugs and heads to the living room for Saturday morning cartoons.