This morning, when it was almost time to go, I noticed TG had on too-short grey sweatpants with orange accents and a faded blue racer-back tank top with red, white, and blue writing on it. I honestly thought she had slept in it, so I told her to go get dressed. She replied that she was already dressed.
??? (That’s what my face did.)
I told her to change out of the too-short sweatpants that we have discussed before; so I knew she knew she shouldn’t have even tried the sweatpants. Seriously.
Later, when it actually was time to go, and she still had on her not-pajamas, I asked her why she hadn’t changed, and she said, “Oh, do I still need to change pants? I thought it wouldn’t matter.”
Why do my children act like they just met me yesterday?