This morning, I pulled off the tags of a new dress from Christmas. I thought black was fitting because it was a funeral pyre out there at 90 degrees in April.
The back has a shiny gold zipper irresistible to 3-year-old girls. After preschool, N zipped and unzipped it until her ear distracted her. Luckily, I have a built-in pediatrician who diagnosed her with earwax. She then diagnosed herself with Jucious Otitis, which meant much crying about her ear when she did not have juice.
Between the negotiating and comforting, we piled into the car to pick up her brother from kindergarten, and she promptly fell asleep. She woke up just in time for me to run in with a groggy girl, who had lost the ability to walk, to find a tired boy covered head to foot in dirt.
I chatted with some parents while juggling my kids back to the car as E and N acted like they spent Spring Break partying 24-7 and were still recovering. We finally buckled in as their tears dried up only to have mine begin when I reached back to realized that my dress had been unzipped the entire trip.
My son immediately said, I didn’t notice, because he’s sweet and oblivious.
I called my husband, who refused to agree to pick up our son for the rest of the school year, but promised: You dress so funky they probably thought it was supposed to look like that.
He also suggested a hoodie and sunglasses for the next few weeks. Done.