Liberty and Eden spent the day away with friends. Being the cool mom that I am, after I dropped them off this morning, I took the younger six to Bass Pro… while killing time waiting for Sam’s Club to open so we could by 50lbs of pork loin.
I’m so cool. (Yet frugal.)
But I digress. I bought Stellan a new Bass Pro tee shirt because he needs more shirts, and while it’s white, I have a bottle of dye and the motivation to make it cool.
You know, cool mom.
So tonight back at home, after I picked up the girls, Liberty sees the white 2T shirt.
“White?!” The girl knows I avoid white like the plague. I can’t handle the stains.
“I’m going to dye it.”
She looked at me like I was crazy. “Huh?”
“I’m going to dye it,” I repeated.
Further confusion. “It’s 2T.”
“Yeah? I’m going to dye it.”
“So what’s this?”
“I’m going to change the color of the white tee shirt. Dye. I’m going to dye it.”
Lightbulb moment. “Oh!”
She thought I said diet. And the confusion was over my level of sanity in the thought process that any diet would put me back into a size 2T – the size of my 16 month old.
Clearly, I’m not that cool.