First shirt of the day: Soft, cute, matches pants. Also apparently is covered in questionable stains not noticed previously. Removed and thrown in laundry.
Second shirt: New! Has a cactus on it. Very cool. Saturated pretty much immediately with milk. Removed and thrown in laundry.
Third shirt: Refused. Vehemently. Thrown onto floor.
Fourth shirt: Chosen by Bug. Is a pajama shirt. Battle ensues. Mommy wins.
Fifth shirt: Running out of options, but both parties settle on a kicky blue and green striped number. That Bug insists be paired with bright red socks. At this point, any alternative to naked is accepted.
And so we have a shirt. Next, on to pants…
1 Comment
Friday, November 16, 2007 at 1:33 am
See, I would’ve given up at the pj shirt. Hey, its a SHIRT and its ON.
..of course, Id wear my pjs everyday if i could.