I have a pair of “workout” pants. In the interest of full disclosure, I mostly use them as pjs. Today Zeke is going to a friend’s house and has managed to choose some uh, interesting (homeless) looking clothes to wear. The clothes I keep just in case he paints or is asked to play a homeless person on tv. I, being the responsible (superficial) parent that I am, told him to change.
However, as we were about to walk out the door, Zeke said (without an ounce of irony), “hey mom, I think you forgot to change out of your pjs.”
I changed. I probably wouldn’t have worked out anyway 🙂