Mommy was not pleased.
Because we were up so early without the usual after Breakfast #1 nap (usually, he wakes at 6:30 or so, then sleeps again until 8-9, then he's up for the day), Mommy just threw on some pajamas and a sweatshirt and put her hair in a pony-tail.
That extremely handsome outfit persisted even when Iain did, finally, go down for his nap. And Mommy was still wearing it when he woke up, when he ate his Second Breakfast (milk plus rice cereal), and when the doorbell rang.
It was a representative of the Jehovah's Witnesses. A nice young man in a suit and tie with a briefcase and a handful of Watchtower magazines. Mommy opened the door with Iain in her arms and he seemed taken aback. He stammered, "You seem like you've got your hands full, so I'll justgiveyoutheseokbye!"
What was that all about?
Oh, yeah. Probably it was because just as Mommy opened the door, Iain performed a slow-motion vomit down the front of his outfit. So poor young Mr. Watchtower saw Mommy in her jammies, Iain with white goo running out of his mouth and down his chest across the handsome striped onesie and pants he was wearing.
No wonder he ran.
Doh!
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That's my boy!
And now he is praying for your soul that you, who are unclean in the literal sense, will become clean.
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