BFFs

"Mommy, am I going to see my best friends today?" a feeling better Layla asked me.

Her best friends?  Layla doesn't have best friends, Rowan does.  Rowan has Lana and Sarah.  And of course, any random person she meets on the street.  But not Layla.  "Who's your best friend?" I asked, not coming up with any names.

"The girls with the hair like mine," she answered.

"Girls with hair like yours?  You mean the twins?"

"Yes, the big girls."

Really?  Every Friday she goes to AWANA at a Japanese church, but she notices the adopted Chinese identical twins' hair?  Really?  But then a co-worker pointed out that maybe Layla wasn't saying the hair thing, like me and the twins have the same hair and no one else does or you don't, but in a the only way I can describe them is that they have dark hair like mine sort of way.  I didn't think about it like that.  Sometimes I go way to deep, when the answer is totally surface level.

"No, you're not going to see them today, but you'll see them later."