The Joys of Telecommuting
This morning JT toddled in like a drunken 80's party animal with his bedhead hair sticking straight up in a fauxhawk. His black sweater jacket, which he had absolutely refused to take off the night before, was unzipped but still attached at the base of the zipper. The sleeves of his sweater were pushed up to his elbows and he was pantless except for some red rocketship underwear. (Alas, he's still being potty trained, as the underwear was over a ripe pullup.) No amount of coaxing last night could make him put on pants that would cover up his precious underwear.
I burst out laughing at the sight of him and he whimpered and demanded a hug. "You're very lucky mommy doesn't have a camera on hand," I thought. Still, that image this morning deserved some sort of record for posterity.
12:10 Update: The boy put on pants. Fauxhawk remains.
3 comments:
HAHAHA.
I can't wait for this stage.
maybe the sweater was compensating for the chill he felt on his legs? that's some devotion to cute undies!
oh man, that image is so cute that I wish you DID have a camera on hand. Aw... His Sweetness melted my heart just now.
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