My sister, Alisa, brought her four-year-old son Finley to Zoey's Christmas program several weeks ago. Zoey was overjoyed to have her cousin watching from the audience...and Finley looked dashing in his Christmas best, argyle sweater and all.
Exhibit B:
Finley's Christmas Sing-A-Long was yesterday, and though I was working, I encouraged Bryan to take Zoey over to his preschool to watch. Because he loves me dearly and knows my caffeine levels take dangerous dives early in the afternoon, Bryan stopped by work on his way to the program to bring me a Diet Coke. The following conversation ensued:
Me: Hi guys!! You brought me caffeine...yay!
Zoey: Yeah! Daddy said you needed Diet Coke!
Me: (taking in Zoey's ratty pink sweatpants) Thank you SO much... (upon closer inspection) hey, is that Zoey's pajama top?
Bryan: Yeah. She didn't want to take it off this morning.
Me: But...aren't you on your way to the program?
Bryan: Uh-huh.
*Pause*
Bryan: But we're totally going home to change Zoey's clothes first.
Of course you are.
You're taking her out in public wearing THAT?!?
2 comments:
um, adorable. just adorable.
Hilarious :)
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