Red is my favourite colour

She woke up this morning and dressed herself all in red.

It's your favourite colour, Mama! Do you like it?

Of course I like it. I adore it. I adore her.


Can you put a bun in my hair? Please? Way up high? Because I have long hair now?

Of course I can. She couldn't have been any more proud. Feeling good about yourself matters, and sometimes that means feeling good about how you look. It means dressing in a red shirt, a red skirt, and red stripy pants. It means wearing a bun because your little hair is now (almost) long enough.

Where is Papa? He'll want to see.

Papa is already at work. Should we take a picture and send it to him?

Oh, yes. He'll like that.

And so we did. And he did.