Today was Pajamas and Pancakes Day at school for the boys. Owen was beyond excited because most nights he wears his clothes for the next day to bed. You see, he takes after his momma and isn't the most pleasant person in the morning. We have discovered letting him sleep in his clothes, and letting him sleep a few extra minutes, makes the mornings much smoother. He's slightly (6% to be exact) less grouchy. This morning, he bounced out of bed wearing his Batman pjs full of sunshine.
Gav also selected his Batman pjs for bed last night and was even sporting his Batman slippers until it came time to leave at 6:45. Then he informed us that he "does NOT wear pajamas to school" and he "wears clothes." Next thing we know, he's gone from having his coat and hat on to being buck naked. He then went shrieking through the house to his room, where he was digging though his closet in search of clothes. We finally struck a compromise and he agreed to wear his pj shirt with sweatpants and his tennis shoes.
Tonight, I asked Gav if other kids wore their pjs like Owen did and he informed me that they did and are "weirdo kids." I asked him what that meant and he said, "Kids don't wear jammies to school. Everybody know that." And then he rolled, yes, ROLLED, his eyes at me. I'm fairly certain that was his way of calling me a fool. I guess he is two going on thirteen.
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