Today, I put on a sweatsuit. I changed out of my jammies into a pink jogging-type outfit with a black t-shirt. It isn't something with sweatband ankle cuffs and a freebie logo on the chest. It isn't torn or grease-stained. The pants are boot cut, the sweatshirt is a zip-up hoodie, and the black t-shirt is a feminine cut with detailing around the v-neck. I'm just saying that though it isn't something I'd wear to a party, it isn't that bad.
This was the response from my four year old:
Zack: Are you wearing that today?Sheesh. He's strict.
Me: Yes.
Zack: As your clothes?
Me: Yep.
Zack: Mommy. I don't think you can really wear that.
Me: Why not?
Zack, head shaking, chin pulled back, face scrunched in distaste, sputtering: It's... too... pink! and jammie-y!
Me: Well, it isn't jammies, I changed out of my jammies. And it is our stay at home day.
Zack: And are you still wearing it when Daddy comes home?
Me: Yes! It's fine!
Me, calling out after him as he shakes his head and leaves the room: And I'm sick!
I really really love that boy! He seriously cracks me up. When are you guys going to come visit us?
ReplyDeleteJust read this and laughed SO HARD! Gotta love kids!
ReplyDeleteMark H