Laughter in dressing

August 27, 2007 by Barbara.

I generally feel like I’m living in an episode of Kids Say the Darnedest Things but watching Reid get dressed this morning provided a couple of memorable lines.

 Reid put her shirt on her legs and bum and said, “Look, Mama, my shirt is upside down.” I smiled and said, “It is! But you can’t wear your shirt on your bum when you go to the dentist.” To which Reid responded, “Why?” She had me there. I don’t have anything to point to that explains that arcane rule.

 Ken came downstairs and asked Reid if she’d brushed her teeth yet. I told him what a good dad he was to ignore the fact that Reid was sitting wearing her shirt upside down and no shorts. He burst my vision him as super-tolerant man by saying he couldn’t tell it was a shirt. As he helped her get her shorts on, Reid asked if she had them positioned the right way. Ken said it didn’t matter. Reid sort of nodded and said, “Grandma made them?” as if that would explain everything. And it does, since Grandma Joyce, for obvious reasons, doesn’t put tags in all of the clothes that she makes and the difference betweeen the front and back in a size 3 pair of shorts isn’t evident (and indeed there may be no difference, I haven’t seen the patterns).

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