Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Right Now

I can think of at least five reasons to never let an almost three year-old pick you clothes for you.

Can you? Here is a picture if you need help.

This started when The Talker wanted me to "wear the pineapple shirt". Then he picked the hat. The sombrero Bro gave me at Christmas. He also picked a pair of his mother's pants, but I pointed him towards my pajama shelf. Thus, the red plaid PJs pants.

And of course he picked the Birkenstocks. If I could wear them to church, the boy would not know I had any other shoes.


Justa Dad said...

The boy has outstanding fashion sense!

Just wait until the princes get hold of you. You will know no shame.

Noir Muse said...

Oh wow! That getup is awesome. Ha!