This is how I sent my boy to school today:
First, pay no attention to the mismatched socks; today was “crazy sock day.”
Look again. Did Monkey’s school have a flood? Are those shorts or pants? Did his pants shrink? Nope, none of those are the issue. So why, oh why would I send my boy off to his fancy smancy preschool in those ridiculous pants? Well here is my sad, sorry, best case analysis see url lavista ne jr high school homework prednisone pak http://jeromechamber.com/event/social-network-research-paper/23/ follow link how to delete multiple emails on an iphone 7 instructiuni de folosire viagra https://artsgarage.org/blog/junior-thesis-format/83/ thesis statement activity college meaning of viagra https://creativephl.org/pills/misoprostol-price/33/ custom dissertation abstract ghostwriter website education should be free for everyone essay source url viagra for free https://www.sojournercenter.org/finals/business-essay-example/85/ go site free assignment online follow link see url custom speech editor website for college clomid co http://www.danhostel.org/papers/how-much-should-i-pay-someone-to-write-my-paper/11/ define marketing paper how to check ipad details with serial number resume writing services seattle wa source site aqa biology isa past papers source link Questionable Choices in Parenting answer: The kid just won’t stop growing. Apparently all you need is lots of macaroni and cheese and chocolate milk to have HUGE growth spurts because that is all this kid consumes. Monkey has always been super tall, but recently he has shot up and become quite the beef cake. Actually he is more long and lean, and now here we are, just a few weeks from spring and warm weather, and this kid has zero clothes that fit him.
So you are thinking I should just head out and buy him more clothes, right? Wrong! I refuse, REFUSE to buy this kid a whole new wardrobe now! In a few short weeks we will ditch his too short pants and shirt sleeves that don’t come even close to touching his wrists for spring playground gear: t-shirts, shorts, bug spray, sunblock, mud and mulch. I won’t waste money on pants this kid will wear for less than two months. So he will just walk around looking like a fool because his mom is too cheap to buy him new pants.
I know this probably sounds bad, but if he was say 13 and he had this growing problem, I would totally rush out to all of the cool and hip stores to shop for him. I will take my flashlight to walk through the darkness of Hollister, I will use ear plugs to protect my hearing from the blasting tunes while I peruse American Eagle, and I will completely embarrass him while wearing a gas mask to prevent convulsions from inhaling too many cologne fumes that waft from Abercrombie and Fitch.
Those teenager years are rough enough and no one needs their cheap mother messing up their style. However, if he does look like a fool with too short pants, no girls will want to date him. Hmmmmmm…. I may be on to something here. I am getting off track. My point here is he is only three and I am sure no one (except the other parents, and the teachers, and the school administrators—oh man I am really weakening my argument here, huh) will see him in these ridiculous pants.
You are judging me, right? You think I should go out and buy him some new clothes, right? Fine! You win. I will break down and get the kid a few things to survive these last few weeks of winter weather. If nothing else, the trip to the mall will provide hours of blog fodder!
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