She woke up from her nap pretty crabby. She said to me, very matter of factly, "I don't think I like you, Mama."
I told her that this news was disappointing and asked her why she didn't like me (especially interested because I had done nothing to get on her bad side).
"Well. You're wearing an orange shirt."
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