Houston, we have a problem. Well, I have a problem. Brad has not a care in the world - as long as he's wearing superman pajamas 24/7. He's finally grown into Cole's old Superman PJs. We dressed him in them on Sunday night - it's now Tuesday night. I tried to change his clothes this morning and we had a mother of all meltdowns. As soon as we got home, he promptly ran upstairs and fixed his situation. Currently he's in the bath and I've shuttled them off to the washer. What are the odds that he forgets about them and settles for fireman pjs?
On a side note: I was trying to play with him this afternoon and asked him how Superman flies. I demonstrated my finest lift off, but it didn't pass Brad's expectations. He told me how to do it and I tried again. This time my shirt came up a bit. To which he replied "Superman keeps his belly in, Superman does not show his baby"! Thanks son - that flabby "baby belly" is due to you my precious pet.
If you see my son around town (or in pictures) wearing his pajamas, just smile and wave. He's pretty strong willed and I am no longer fighting this battle.
