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john's fashion choices rock.
on saturday, i left the house early to visit a friend. daddy and john hung out, then went grocery shopping together. by the time i came home, john was ready to go down for a nap.

as i kissed him and snuggled him to put him down, i couldn't help noticing that the clothes on the changing table were composed of the following:
  • one (1) long sleeved grey thermal teeshirt
  • one (1) pair of blue motorcycle swim trunks
  • one (1) pair of blue "ernie" shoes
  • one (1) pair of black socks
now, i know moms joke about what happens when their husbands dress the kids, but my husband generally does just fine in that department. puzzled, i walked out to the living room as john fell asleep.

"what's the deal with john's outfit?" i asked.

"oh. that's what he wanted to wear. he picked it himself."

as far as toddler-picked outfits go, it could have been far worse. but i still got a little giggle out of my little swimmer in his thermal shirt on a, 85 degree muggy day.

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but john may not have felt so good about it. the next day, i walked into the kitchen and this is what i saw:

we had a short conversation in which i assured him that a bad fashion choice was NO reason to wear a paper bag on your head. i think it was a good moment in parenting, don't you?


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