By Heather O.
At our house tonight:
DH to J: Time for jammies and then bed.
(DH then pulls out the pajamas he has extracted from the dryer and tries to put them on, only to discover he has pulled out 2 bottoms. Yes, they were on sale at Target, so I bought two pair. Sue me.)
J: Hey, look at me! (Giggling wildly at the sight of himself in the mirror, with pajama bottoms on his head, giving him the look of a white rabbit who got hit by fire truck barf.)
DH: (After he put a T-shirt on J as a substitute for the pajama bottoms on his head) Ok, go pick out stories.
J grabbed the pajama bottoms, jammed them back on his head, and said, “NO. Run around!” And he took off like a shot, rabbit jammy ears waving.
Me, to myself: Well, at least he isn’t naked.
Seriously, who can even think of bedtime anymore?
And who needs toys? Stick some pajama bottoms on your head, and you’re good to go.
WordPress database error: [Can't open file: 'wp_comments.MYI' (errno: 144)]
SELECT * FROM wp_comments WHERE comment_post_ID = '542' AND comment_approved = '1' ORDER BY comment_date