Reason #38 – I make my son wear filthy rags

Reason #38 – I make my son wear filthy rags

Jul 15

While getting ready for a quick supermarket run (what am I saying? Nothing is quick with my boy!) we noticed C’s jammies had received the royal treatment:

• Socks and knees were full of dirt from his enthusiastic floor polishing crawling.
• Lap and rear had a comprehensive sampling of his dinner menu. My guess from this outfit was pumpkin, applesauce and a cookie.
• Sleeves, hoodie and chest had soaked up their fair share of drool and snot.

The amazing Adi immediately volunteered: “Shall I change C’s jammies? He’s quite dirty!”

To which I replied with these immortal words, uttered by millions of hurried mothers since the beginning of time:

“Never mind dirty, are they dry?”

Yeah. I not only dress my boy in the cheapest baby clothes ever. I also make him wear them encrusted with dirt, food and snot.

And he’s so darn cute he still looks like a million bucks!