My Little Tim Gunn

One of my very good friends gave me some sweat pants after I lost my clothes in the fire. I have not worn sweat pants in forever. I do have the cute yoga pants, the stretchy legging workout pants but sweat pants, I have not worn those in forever. Not because I hate them but because in pilates or running, sweatpants just seem kind of cumbersome.

So fast forward to this morning. The snow is pouring, I mean pouring outside. I know I will be going absolutely nowhere today. I pull out the grey sweat pants my friend gave me an put them on, along with a pink hoodie. Because if there was ever a day to dress down, this is it my friends.

I was sitting on the couch enjoying some coffee and in bounds little Spanky. He smiles and gives me a morning kiss and hug. He sits by and then looks at my clothes.

"You should get dressed mommy," he smiles.

I laugh. "Sweetie, I am dressed, see?"

He laughs, really hard. "Those aren't clothes mommy."

I guess the fashion bug has hit him pretty early.

(And speaking of clothing, has anyone see the hoodie-footie? Goodness, if I got that as a Valentine's gift I'd have to question my husband's sexuality or at the very least be concerned about out marriage. )