We went up north this weekend and being the brilliant, detail-driven parents that we are packed three bags for Justin. Joe and I shared a bag and I had a bag of knitting and reading materials. Justin had a diaper bag, a bag of toys, and a backpack. And let’s not forget the high chair and Pack N Play. Joe did the packing and I didn’t bother to check the bags–we’ve been doing this for over a year now.
As we were pulling into the driveway for the cabin, I asked Joe if he remembered that we needed warm, winter pajamas for Justin because the cabin gets very cold at night. He gave me a blank look and said, “Pajamas? I thought you packed his clothes.”
So yeah, the backpack had no clothes. Never mind that it was sitting on the bed surrounded by clothes earlier. Apparently, none of those were Justin’s. The backpack contained more books and more toys. And we were in a small town after 9 pm. The only place open that would even remotely have clothes was the casino. So Justin wound up sleeping in a size 3T casino-wear sweatsuit. It worked out well because it was so cold on Sunday, we just left him in it and he didn’t seem to mind that it was 4 sizes too big for him. As my grandfather used to say, “S%@ ^ will do for brains if you’re lucky!”