Where's Taylor?

This past weekend Taylor went to Sparks camp where she professes to have had a hundred, kadrillion, million funs. Whatever that number is. When asked what she liked best, she said, all of it. The entire family drove the hour to take her there Friday night and stayed long enough at campfire for Mommy to learn a new song (black socks, and it annoys daddy) and to smell like smoke. Saturday morning, Mommy heard the squeak of Mackenzie door, the padding of her footsteps, followed by her call, "Taylor, Taylor, Taylor. Taylor where are you?" Mommy had to update her as Daddy was already gone to work at 7:30am. Once Mackenzie was informed or reminded where Taylor was she was fine and denied missing Taylor whenever asked. Hey, she got to have both Mommy and Daddy to herself at the family swim, and to play with Taylor's friend Oliva without any jealousy being an issue.

What's That?

I am forever teasing my husband that he has a cartoon outfit in that he wears the same thing everyday. In cooler weather he wears a t-shirt under a denim shirt with black or blue jeans, all well worn, and with a black leather belt. In warmer weather he removes the denim shirt. It is only in the last two years that I have seen him wear shorts and he only owned one pair until I bought him two more. He also favors only two pairs of shoes and one of two jackets; leather for warmer weather, Columbia jacket for winter. One can never accuse him of spending too much on clothing; especially since his second-hand-clothing store skilled mother finds him and buys him most of his clothes; including new socks and underwear. So to continue with the story now that the necessary background is covered.... the other day my husband steps into the kitchen where our daughters are doing their usual, watching tv. Mackenzie points to my husband and asks, "what's that?" He looked around not knowing what she was referring to and after some repetition of the question, "what's that?" he came to realise what she was talking about. He had delved further back into the recesses of his closet and came out with something from his 10% category. Something outside his typical clothing. He was wearing not a denim shirt but a polo shirt. When a three year old comments on your clothing using the terms, "what's that?" I think maybe one should consider the fact that their clothing is predictable. But then, so what? However, I still find it hilarious.