What you are about to read may be disturbing. Or, if you're a parent of a toddler (or parent of a former toddler, or even just met a toddler), I know you'll understand.
A few months ago, Grace started asking if she could wear her PJs beyond just bedtime. It was pretty cold in the house and well, I work from home, so who am I to judge? (Says the lady rocking some snowflake pants as she types).
So, I said yes. And what happened after that was a downward spiral the likes of which George Costanza couldn't even imagine.
She now wears her PJs every opportunity she gets. She knows she's not allowed to wear them when we leave the house, but the moment we walk in the back door, she's stripping off her clothes and searching for her "jammies."
It doesn't really bother me. She's found what's comfortable and she sticking with it. And you're only three for so long. After that, it's pants this and shirts that. Well, that is until you're 30 and work from home, then it's jammies all over again.
Although we have several pairs of PJs, the purple dog jammies are the clear favorite. When they need to be washed, she begrudgingly puts on a different pair.
If you were wondering, Claire is much more civilized and prefers to wear her PJs only at bedtime. Except when she's wearing Mom's hat, a blanket cape and her star sunglasses. Then, jammies are game on.
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