On New Year’s morning, I was a little tired. I was trying to sleep in. And by sleep in, let me explain that I meant keeping myself unconscious past 7am.
I failed miserably, as Mister Man came bounding in long before 7am. He crawled atop me and gave me a hug before sitting at the foot of my bed, doing who knows what. I tried to pretend he wasn’t there and go back to sleep. Within a few minutes, I heard Little Miss fussing that she wanted to wake up.
Logical solution? I sent Mister Man to go wake up Little Miss. Within moments, I felt Little Miss climb onto the bed to give me a hug. I hugged her back and felt something different. I half opened my eyes only to realize that she had on a nightcap.
Huh, I thought, in my sleep addled brain, Grandma must have gotten her new pajamas that have a matching cap. That’s weird. After all, the wee ones had spent the past five days with Grandma and Grandpa while my husband and I were in San Antonio (I know, rough life), and Little Miss was wearing pajamas I’d never seen before.
Cute, isn’t it? Oh. Wait. The pattern doesn’t quite match, does it?
Then I looked a little closer. Nope, that wasn’t a nightcap. Not even close.
Fortunately, that is clean underwear on her head at least and not something that had been previously soiled in any way.
I’m still not quite sure what she was thinking. Said underwear is now safely back on Snowy (her teddy bear). And yes, we do have a teddy bear in our house who wears nothing but Little Miss’s underwear and some old infant socks. Oh, and a bow tie. Welcome to my life!