somewhere between my fourth or fifth pregnancy and the Ever Growing Washing Pile i had a flash of genius and decided that the freshly-washed-and-brushed-kiddos could go to bed *already dressed* in their clothes for the next day... that was sometime during a summer i think. some of the crazee boys still insist on wearing their *jeans* to bed in the winter. i'm over the Washing Pile now, and so is S9. he twisted Daddy's arm up his back this morning to get him some Oh So Spunky PJ's.
yep, S9, you are one Very Cool Genuine *SK8r boi*.
(for the record, this was the "Mum, P-L-E-A-S-E Take A Photo Of Me In My New Pyjamas??!!!" Delighted Facial Expression...)