Yep, he came barreling towards me in hot pink tights that had me in a fight of giggles so big I nearly fell over hugging and laughing with him. He looked so cute and he was quite proud of himself. What always amazes me is that no one was curious about the tights, no one was thinking, “that’s odd”, this was just regular old boy-wear to them! I love it!
Now he did have an 'accident' which landed him pant-less (I forgot to put an extra pair of pants in his bag) so he was aware that he wasn’t wearing his own pants but he didn't know whose pants he was wearing and when I asked him what happened to his Khakis, he didn’t know. But after some sleuthing he said that he peed on them while on the potty, and the pants could be Alicia's … these are all very real possibilities but one possibility that this mother of boys never thought possible was … hot pink tights! I repeat: I had not thought of hot pink tights! There’s a whole world of possibilities to explore if he’s brave enough to wear hot pink tights. (Yes Q Boy! You go!)
So I’m thinking:
Raising boys = fun!
Hot pink tights = fun!
Taking pictures for the future = fun!