I can’t remember if I’ve shared this story (because my brain
is long past gone), but Thomas doesn’t remember it, and his brain is just
fine. If I have written it before, we
will blame Thomas.
One of Olivia’s friends came to the house on a Sunday afternoon…
Little Girl: Hi, Mrs.
Vance.
Me: Hiya! What’s up?
Little Girl: Not
much. Hey, are those new pajama
pants? I’ve never seen them before.
Me: Nope. Can I tell you a secret?
Little Girl: Yes.
Me: Come closer, I
need to whisper it.
Little Girl: Okay.
Me: These are my
actual “real” pajamas.
Little Girl: Really?
Me: Yes, and nobody
besides my family has ever seen them.
You are the first.
Little Girl: Mrs.
Vance, that is so cool! That makes me
super lucky!
Me: Yes it does.
And the next day she sing-songed in the morning carpool that
she had seen my REAL pajama pants and all the other girls were jealous.
Seriously, my real pajamas bottoms are the most BORING
pajama pants EVER!
It was a reminder that little things, like being the only
person outside the family to see my real pajamas, can be exciting.
The little things make the world go round.
At afternoon pick-up I was told that the entire school heard
about it and they were super jealous.
I’m thinking this might be a cash cow. I can charge little kids $1 to see my REAL
pajama bottoms.
Kinda like how Ted charged to see Sam’s panties in "Sixteen Candles".
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