We were spending some time at a home of close friends and Will decided he wanted to take a bath. We all agreed that that would be fine. The two older girls in the family oversaw the bath and clothed Will afterwards in a pair of Bea's pajamas. No worries. We wore them home, slept in them and they became a part of our wardrobe.
Last night a bathed and clean Will requested said pajamas. Sure. Whatever you want man. This morning he awake bright eyed and bushy tailed, ate his breakfast, did his morning constitutions, played a bit, etc. Finally it was time to get dressed and go. I took Will into the bedroom and for 20 minutes worked diligently to unzip the pajamas. The zipper wouldn't budge. I know sometimes zippers get stuck on fabric and once you remove it you can work them. No fabric in this one. It had just given up and was no longer willing to zip. "Elspeth can do it.", Will said because she was the one who first put him in the jammas. However, she was unavailable due to kindergarten requirements.
Hmmm. As tempting as it was to just let him stay in those hideous red overstated jammas all day or for the rest of his life, the poop smell got the best of me and I proceed to cut them off of him with a pair of sewing scissors. "Hold REALLY REALLY STILL." "Otay."
I think his future partner would have found his fuzzy red jammas and his ancient poopy smell just faaabulous.
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