Sunday Morning by Judith Viorst, illustrated by Hilary Knight
Now it is Sunday morning very early. That Nick is still asleep. I put on my dungarees. I put on my socks—one blue, one brown. (Mother says the washing machine eats socks and only leaves odd ones.) I put on a striped shirt and black plastic boots in case there is a flood. I wash my face and change to another striped shirt. That Nick is still asleep.