Target Run

The other night, I invited Anne to join me on a run to Target. I explained that she couldn't wear her pajamas and would need to put some clothes on. She dashed upstairs and then came down wearing shorts and a t-shirt over her pajamas. She finished off the outfit with a tiara, wand, and McDonald's watch. How could I argue? Before I had children I used to wonder how a parent could let her child go out the door looking like this. Now I understand.