You know how kids say the darndest, cutest things?
We’re going to a dinner dance Friday night to support breast cancer research and I need to wear something pink (natch).
Casting around in my mind for options, I remembered a cute pale-pink sheath dress Catherine bought a while back for a party. At the dinner table last night, I asked if I might wear it.
“NO!” she said.
When I pressed her for a reason she said: “Because you’re 46.”
Good thing she didn’t tell me how she really feels.