Yesterday, I picked Asher up from my friend Ellen's house. He went there dressed in jeans, chuck taylors and a t-shirt. This is what he looked like when I picked him up:
Asher spilled his drink all over himself and so Ellen dressed him in her daughters clothes until his clothese dried. That didn't happen, because it was too funny and so she left him in the girl clothes until I picked him up. It was one of the funnier moments of my short stint as a mother. I always wondered what he would look like as a little girl. Now I know and it ain't pretty!