In her words

On our way to school this beautiful autumn morning, Carolyn said to me, "Look, mama, the trees are purple!" She pointed to four trees lining the road that had turned a beautiful redish purple. She then started muttering something about how they were not green and how trees were supposed to be green. I asked her how the trees might have turned purple. She said, "those little boys must have painted them," while pointing to a few kids who were standing by the trees waiting for the bus.