Sometimes I feel like I’m living with a kid. You would think Mr. P is old enough that I don’t need to “spot check” his clothes before we leave to make sure he is dressed appropriately. Normally, I do make sure he is dressed right, but sometimes I’m in a rush and I won’t even notice what he is wearing until we get out of the car at our destination. Then I’ll see for the first time that he’s wearing his ratty jeans, tshirt and sneakers.
