Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Don we now our gay apparel

On a lazy holiday morning when no one had to be anywhere and everyone could sleep in, Elder Son wandered into the livingroom wearing too-short pajama bottoms and a torn t-shirt half his age.

"I'm kinda tired," he announced.
"You can go back to bed," I told him.
"Nah.  I've already gotten dressed."

Uh...
Yeah.

4 comments:

leeann said...

Where I live, that's formal wear.

Nikia, May and da kids said...

Sounds like we have the same taste in attire = )

May

Mrs. Who said...

I guess I don't want to know what he calls sleeping attire!

Lemon Stand said...

Heh! My husband has lots to say about what the minimum requirement dress code is for our daughters. He says he doesn't want to be scarred and left in therapy for the rest of his life.... poor guy...