Dress Down Day, part deux
A few weeks ago I posted about how much I hate "Dress Down Days." My kid goes to Catholic school, so usually it's a no-brainer; I just pull out the severely uncomfortable, not-very-attractive clothes and everyone's happy. My job is to keep stuff clean, not to be fashion police.
But out of the blue we had another dress-down day today. You can read about how the last one went here, but let's just say, It's not pretty. And I have to pay a dollar to get all this aggravation, which is just the final insult.
This morning, she went to put on her clothes (it was Team Colors day, so she wore a Mets shirt) and, as she was pulling on her leggings, she turned to me and said, "Mmmm, I don't think I'll wear these pants after all."
I began to swell up, like a frog, preparing for a good old fashioned Mom Yell. She interrupted this by adding:
JUST KIDDING
What a joker. She nearly gave me a heart attack.
But out of the blue we had another dress-down day today. You can read about how the last one went here, but let's just say, It's not pretty. And I have to pay a dollar to get all this aggravation, which is just the final insult.
This morning, she went to put on her clothes (it was Team Colors day, so she wore a Mets shirt) and, as she was pulling on her leggings, she turned to me and said, "Mmmm, I don't think I'll wear these pants after all."
I began to swell up, like a frog, preparing for a good old fashioned Mom Yell. She interrupted this by adding:
JUST KIDDING
What a joker. She nearly gave me a heart attack.
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