This morning, in bleary-eyed exhaustion, I plopped down on the couch next to McKay, after he'd awoken me at an unearthly hour. I happened to be wearing the oldest and tackiest pair of pajama pants I own. My first hand-made article of clothing (and my last). Made in middle school, they are a Capri covered with light houses and sailboats.
McKay sat on the couch for a moment, drinking his juice, then cuddled up next to me, looked down at my pants, and said enthusiastically, "Cool pants, Mom!" He then proceeded to list all the maritime paraphernalia on my PJs.
Perhaps it's time to invest in some real pajamas.
1 comment:
I remember those capris! It sounds like you don't have to invest in some new ones! McKay seems quite taken with them! :)
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