Yesterday, my dad took me to the bank to get me an account so I could have my own debit card. I had been wanting one for a while. My parents told me I would have to wake up early and wear 'real' pants to go the bank. I agreed. I don't actually own any 'real' pants of my own, so I wore a pair of my mom's jeans.
Apparently, we are the exact same size. My mom was disturbingly happy about seeing me with these pants on. She kept telling me how cute I was and tried to blow-dry my hair and put makeup on my face. I just thought I looked like a real person. This was the first time I wore jeans since I was about 6. Jeans are crunchy and cold and feel horrible.
But these felt surprisingly OK--for jeans. Still, when I came home from the bank, I removed them immediately and put my fluffy pink penguin pj pants back on. My mom was disappointed. She probably hoped I was going to wear real pants all the time.
I told her, it was just a one-time thing.
Christie - the last time I wore jeans was when I was 6. My mom has a picture of it.
Posted by: David | 02/27/2014 at 10:35 PM
SAME thing happened here 2 weeks ago!!! LOL! (I find this funny b/c we went thru the the EXACT same senario minus the bank....it was when B was going to rec nite for the Valentine's Party at her Middle School) Deja-vu...
Posted by: Lisa | 02/28/2014 at 10:19 AM