That's how long the boy was dressed today.
It's snowing and it's cold and I had no compelling reason to leave the house this morning; so we ate breakfast late, and I puttered around for hours while the kids played. I finally hopped into the shower at 12:00, and to be honest, I only did it because I know I have to go out to the Princess' school this evening. As is his custom, Bad came storming into the bathroom the second the water started and stripped off his jammies to join me. (a warning: should you ever want to shower here, you're more than welcome, but don't think you're going to be allowed to do it alone)
He played in the tub while I got dressed and did my hair, then I called the Princess to come get dressed, threw clothes on the boy and made peanut butter sandwiches for their lunch. 2 seconds later Bad was covered in his chocolate milk. I took him upstairs and opened his drawer. I had a pair of jeans in my hand when I thought, it's 'snuggle-up and read' night at school, and all the kids are supposed to come in their pyjamas, so what's the point in dirtying another outfit? I dropped the jeans and grabbed some fleece pyjamas.