This morning I was sitting on the bus next to Lucy. I looked down at her legs and realized…
She was wearing a pair of her brother’s pants. Size 12 months. As shorts.
That’ll knock the ‘meh’ right off of your face.
I don’t know which is more sobering–a five year old that can’t tell when she’s wearing baby pants or a 34 year old who doesn’t notice until she’s well out of the house.
At least we know Chico won’t be outgrowing these pants anytime soon.
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