Majesty

As you many attentive blog readers will recall, Whit shows a distinct preference for madras pants. He calls them his “majesty pants.”

This Sunday, he and I were at a playdate at a friend’s house. Whit and his friend Charlie played upstairs while my friend and I sat downstairs and chatted. They had a ball playing with Legos, with trains, and dressing up (see above). What you can’t see above is that Whit has a Superman costume (complete with muscles) under his knight armor, and both he and Charlie have sequined superhero capes on their backs too.

As we drove home, Whit told me, in an excited, surreptitious whisper,

“Mummy? When I was upstairs I saw a grown-up pair of majesty pants!”

(My son officially snoops in the grown-ups closets at playdates. Friends, consider yourselves warned.)

the genius of Hannah

From Hilary, re: attachment objects:

“Ok, so it’s not quite as bad as Whit’s multiple monkeys, but I thought
you’d appreciate that Hannah has attached to a small purple carabiner.
Oh great! what better than something that is tiny, slippery AND can
pinch fingers? xoxo”

Stylish

Blue pants (dirty from hard day on the job at school)
Blue robot shirt (purchase by me from etsy)
Pink gingham button down (painstakingly unbuttoned with his own clumsy fingers for that breezy, casual look)