This morning, I had the following conversation with my two-year-old sister:

Me, stretching out my arms as wide as they can go: I love you this much!

Jewels: Nuh-uh.

Me: What?

Jewels: You aren’t wearing brown shoes.

Me: What has that got to do with it?!

Jewels: Nothing.

Is there something important about the color of my shoes, that indicates the extent of my love? I’m not sure, especially since I wasn’t even wearing shoes at the time. Blue nail polish, on the other hand…