Yesterday Bailey came into my room at 6:50am and asked if I liked her outfit. When I rolled over in bed to open one eye and look at her I instantly started laughing.
“Oh Bails! There is such a story behind those pants!”
(looks behind her) “I don’t see a story.”
Parker, who was standing next to her got on the ground on her hands and knees and said, “Mommy, I don’t see a story either, I just see her bottom.”
If I could actually put me LAUGHING OUT LOUD on a blog I would because MAN did I start cracking up! What a great way to start a day!
The story “behind” those pants?
My dad bought a pair of blue pants from REI when I was about 4 months pregnant with Bailey, before we even knew it was a girl (they are girl pants). They were wrapped up and sent to us (we lived in Spokane, WA) as a gift. At the time they looked HUGE compared to all the 0-3 month stuff we’d been given. I didn’t even know what size small meant in kid-age/size. Those pants have been with us for seven years of marriage, two states and six moves. I just found them recently when I was unpacking and stuck them in Bailey’s drawer. To see these pants we’ve been carting around for so many years actually fit the baby I was pregnant with when gifted them was so awesome.
But to see Parker get on the ground to look for the “story” and only find her bottom?