Last night, right before my evening run, I set out my clothes on the bed: running bra, tank, skort.* Simon walked in the room, looked at the skort, and picked it up.
“What’s this, Mommy?”
“It’s my running clothes.”
“No, Mommy, this looks too small for a grown-up. It must be for me.”
Out of the mouths of babes, eh?
*Yes, I bought a running skort. I tried on four pairs of running shorts, and all were traumatic until a pair I found today. Matt says I look like I’m off to tennis, but that beats the heck out of the diaper look I otherwise would have been rocking.
Sooner or later Simon will be taller than you and figure out that Mommy is pretty little!
At the rate he is going, I don’t believe that will be very long.