Yesterday Ross inherited a pair of pajamas that say, "Dear Santa, I'll be good tomorrow." He asked me a dozen times what they say just so he could remind me (with a sly look in his eye), "That means I can be bad today!"
He thinks these PJ's are his pass to be naughty, and he is thrilled at his good fortune! He wore them ALL day yesterday, even under his clothes to Joy School.
I'm kind of dreading him waking up today and realizing that they still say "tomorrow."
We're in trouble!
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