Cray Cray?

I was talking to someone and I looked out towards the playground to see where TTT where.  I saw Jory playing with Jonathan.  I saw Rowan with her beloved Sarah.  And then I thought I saw Layla.  But that couldn’t be my baby.  Because the little girl I saw on the playground seemed to be shoeless and sockless.  So I knew that couldn’t be my daughter.

“Layla,” I yelled.

This little girl came running to me with no shoes or socks on.

“Little girl, if you don’t go put your socks and shoes on…,” I commanded, the threat left hanging in the air.

What was wrong with her?  Has she gone cray cray?  It wasn’t even hot and she was running around bare foot.