Khaki

As Aidyn was helping me put away the mountain of laundry that my mom washed/dried/folded while she was visiting last week we came across a pair of pants. "Oh, khaki!" I said, remembering that we owned these pants after quite the long absence on the basement floor waiting to be washed. Aidyn put her lower lip way out and began to cry softly. I was completely bewildered and took her onto my lap to try to figure out this sudden sadness. Through tears she explained, "It hurts my feelings when you say mean things about Kassie." I had no idea what she was talking about until she went on: "Don't call her khaki. It's KASSIE!"