I was 3/4 dressed wearing my work pants and the tank top shell of my sweater set. It's been about 45-50 here in Minnesota (yes those were the highs) the past few days and it's been KILLING the kids to have to wear pants and long sleeves during the last week of school. Caleb walks into my room in the morning and sees what I am wearing.
Caleb: No fair! (don't you just LOOOOOVE that...man, Mom and Dad, I am sorry for all of the times I ever said that to you, it's the worst) Why do you get to wear a tank top to work and I have to wear long sleeves.
Me: (holding up my sweater) Caleb, I just haven't put the sweater on top yet cause I have to dry my hair and don't want to get hot.
Caleb: Ooooh, okay. Hey Mom, I know why it's called a "tank top."
Me: Oh yeah (thinking: really? cause I don't). Why?
Caleb: Well, because you are like a tank and it goes on your top.
Ouch. From the mouths of babes. Or almost 8 year olds. I think from the mouths of babes is better. Time to go eat some leafy greens and drink some water.





2 comments:
Hello - As your co worker, your sweater set looks nice today and you do NOT resemble a TANK!
Andrea
Oh, man. Reminds me of the time Rowan told me that he likes mommy tummies better than daddy tummies. Why? "Cuz mommy tummies squish like a pillow." Thanks, kid.
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