On the way to school

Zoe, this morning, gesturing wildly, matter-of-factly: Mommy, I don't feel like myself today. And what I mean by that is that I, myself, am not feeling like myself. Sometimes I get to school and I don't feel like myself. I'm wearing these clothes, and then I don't feel like myself. And what I mean is that I'm not feeling myself. I go to school a lot when I don't feel like myself.

Me, in my head: It's 8-something in the fucking morning. What the fuck... is someone talking right now??? Do I really need to deal with a deep-rooted psychosis right now??

Me, to Zoe: So what do you feel like, honey?

Zoe: Like I want to go home and get new clothes on.