I was going through pictures of the boys tonight and realized that they're not wearing pants in 99% of them. Or shoes. What does that say about me as a parent??!! I'm just like my mother, that's what... I don't worry about things that don't matter! Growing up, I didn't wear pants or shoes unless we were going to the store until age 5 (heck, it could've been older than that, we grew up in Podunk, so no one saw you in your skivvies in the yard.)
Getting Big to wear pants is like getting a Jehovah's Witness to not leave a pamphlet in your screen door- virtually possible. He only wears shoes when I physically sit him down and make him. Which, sadly isn't often because I think I'm a bit hypocritical to say its too cold to not wear shoes when I'm not wearing any in the pictures, either. Shoes are overrated. Honestly, so are pants, but I like having a job and not being sent to the psych ward, so I'll continue to only go pant-less at home. The boys, well... No promises on their pants. Those suckers could come off at any time
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