My daughter, Avery, has borrowed her dad’s iPod while playing outside. I hear her come in and run to her room rifling through her things. I pay it no mind as she does this about forty-seven hundred times throughout any given day. I mean, she’s six. What else does she have to do?

But then she walks by me and the flash of sudden pink gets my attention.

There she stands, pink Mexican cowboy hat, flashy rhinestone-studded fuschia shirt and denim mini skirt. A seemingly different outfit than the one she entered her room wearing.

“Why did you change your clothes?” I ask.

“Because I’m listening to “Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy.”

Duh, mom.Doesn’t everyone theme their clothes to the song currently playing on the iPod?

She reinserts the earbuds and exits, boots clomping a rhythmical “tat-tat-tat” as she sashays her way back out the front door. I swear I smell Charlie cologne in her wake.

God I love these moments.

Love to all, Mindy