I know the laundry situation is in bad shape when I have to dig through the girl's hand-me-downs to find something for the poor boy to wear to bed. No clean pants. No clean onesies. No clean pajamas. At least what I found was blue.
Jilly was ecstatic to be wearing the same pajamas as Gordon.
Evelyn, despondent and crying. "I can't play with them and have fun with them because I don't have the same pajamas! I remember we had three pairs of penguin pajamas(nope)! Waaaahhhh! "
I cheered her up by painting her nails. Red. "Wow," she breathed. "Mommy, I don't like light paint colors any more, only dark ones! Wow!"
The power of red nail polish.


















