Proof That He Is In Fact My Son
This morning, Gideon brought me his jeans to put on him that he had apparently rescued from the dirty clothes pile. "Oh, Sweetie, these smell moldy. Go put them in the laundry bin and I’ll find you a clean pair of pants to wear today."
Gideon dutifully put the jeans in with the other dirties and I grabbed a pair of sweat pants out of his closet. He stood next to me and slipped his legs in. As I pulled up his pants he exclaimed, "Oh Mommy! These are soooooo sooooooft! I liiiiike soooooft on my legs!"
"They’re called sweat pants. They’re nice to wear on cold rainy days like today."
"Ooooooh. Sweat pants. Niiiiiiiiiice. Waaaarm. Soooooooft."
Update: I have spent a good portion of my day pulling Gideon’s hands out of his pants while he felt around and chanted, "Niiiiiice. Waaaaaarm. Sooooooft." with his eyes all glazed over. I think he likes sweat pants a little too much. You’d think the boy had never worn sweats before!
The kid loves sweats? Who can blame him?
Comment by wordgirl — November 30, 2007 @ 6:43 pm
I can recall doing the same thing as a kid lol! I would wear them as many days as possible before my mom washed them for the first time since you lose so much of that fuzz in the first wash.
Comment by Lou — December 1, 2007 @ 12:10 pm