Gabrielle approached me this afternoon with a worried look. She turned around to show me the back of her dress.
“Is this tied the right way?” she wanted to know.
“Yes,” I told her.
“A bow with two loops?” she pressed.
“And the strings are hanging down the sides?”
She stretched her neck, trying to see her back.
“It looks very nice, Gabby,” I assured her. “Are you worried because you tied it yourself?”
“No,” she rolled her eyes. “Papa did it.”