Move over Heidi Klum.

You must dress to impress

Last night I was preparing Brae for bed. We had just returned home from a friends house and it was rather late so I was rushing a bit.

The later he goes to bed, the less wine I can drink before passing out.

So rather than taking him from family member to family member to say good night, I tucked him in and requested that anyone wishing to bestow a goodnight kiss on him do so bedside.

Now, my mother is an extreme creature of comfort. She has this mumu that has been around longer than me that at one time was actually worn as a dress.

Which if you were given the opportunity to see this 'dress' your mind would actually boggle at that concept.

Last night was mumu night and moments after I tucked Brae into our shared bed she entered his room only to return .3 seconds later laughing hard enough to merit clenched legs.

'What in the hell?'

'Do you know what your son just said to me?!'

'Something funny?'

'He told me that, 'that dress is not allowed in my room'

' YOUR MUMU?! He doesn't want it in his room?!'
At this point my legs are now clenching.

'Yes! I asked him what he would rather I wear'

'And?'

'He said, 'uh, pajamas? like me!'

My son.

Not only does he wear princess dresses at daycare but also passes judgement on one's bedtime apparel.

It must be his fierce style. :snap: