It
was brown day at preschool today. And as you can tell, our brown game
is strong.
(That was in my sarcasm font.) But when I mentioned to Grace that I didn't think
we had anything brown for her to wear, she replied, "I don't need something brown
to wear momma, I'll wear my brown hair." And she did. Yeah for low-maintenance
youngests. Because I can guarantee I would have taped brown cardstock to her
shirt before I dragged myself to the store in search of a brown shirt.
(Sad, but true. Because haven't you heard, lazy is the new fancy. And I'm nothing if not fancy.)
(That was in my sarcasm font.) But when I mentioned to Grace that I didn't think
we had anything brown for her to wear, she replied, "I don't need something brown
to wear momma, I'll wear my brown hair." And she did. Yeah for low-maintenance
youngests. Because I can guarantee I would have taped brown cardstock to her
shirt before I dragged myself to the store in search of a brown shirt.
(Sad, but true. Because haven't you heard, lazy is the new fancy. And I'm nothing if not fancy.)
