A short play

Scene: The living room of a modest suburban Iowa home. There are two characters, myself and Rachel, my five year old daughter. It is morning and we are about to leave for preschool.

ME
How do I look, Rachel?

RACHEL
That shirt does not work with those pants, Daaaad.

ME
(somewhat dumbfounded)
What?

RACHEL
Daddy, that shirt does NOT work with those pants.

ME
Oh. Okay, let me see what else I got.

I exit to the bedroom, return a few minutes later wearing a different shirt.

RACHEL

That's so much better, Daddy.

End scene!