I spent all of last week volunteering at the Scholastic Book Fair at the kid's school. I was there every day, all day for a week.
Peter rubbed his little hands together in anticipation and asked, "So, Mom, how much are you getting paid?"
He was disappointed when he learned that "volunteer" equals "no pay".
One night last week as the kids were getting ready for bed, Sarah went running through my room naked as a jay bird. She went to my dresser, pulled open a drawer and yanked out a pair of my fleece pajama bottoms. She loves this particular pair of pants because they are predominately pink. However, I can't wear them because they are so thick and hot and I am starting to sweat right now at the mere thought of putting them on.
She pulled on the pants and started hooting and hollering in front of the mirror. Pretty soon the whole family was in the bedroom laughing hysterically at the sight of Sarah in my pants.
"Look how big those pants are!"
"Daddy, take my picture!"
"Mommy, your pants are HUGE!"
"Put the picture on your blog, Mommy!"
I did not find the whole thing as funny as the rest of my little family but I love them, so here is Sarah in my (apparently) giant pants.