Fashion

Tonight we went to a baptism at church, so we had to get dressed up. I told the boys: NO JEANS. So they went up to their room and sat on the floor until it was time to go, and then they "decided" to get dressed (after some "gentle" "prompting" from their parents). Andrew put on: a red striped polo shirt and JEANS.

Andrew, no jeans. You need to change.

So while the rest of us were downstairs going through the shoe-putting-on ceremony, Andrew came down the stairs, without jeans. He was wearing: his red striped polo shirt, turquoise and white plaid shorts, and black socks. Ethan said: What. Are. You. Doing.  And then Ethan started laughing through his nose.

Andrew said: What.

I said: Andrew, you can't wear shorts to a baptism.

What? Why not?  You SAID NO JEANS.

(He was totally serious, and completely oblivious to 1) why we can't wear short pants to a solemn occasion and 2) why red-and-white stripes and turquoise plaid don't work.)


So we waited in the car while Andrew put on some khaki pants. It wasn't until we got out of the car at church that we realized the khaki pants only went halfway down his calves. Ginger noticed Ethan's extraordinarily baggy pants, and recognized immediately they were wearing each others' pants.

Go into the nursery, she said, and switch pants.

What? Take our pants off in church?

Yes.

But the nursery was dark! So I went in with them, turned on the light and held the door so no one could come in. Ethan took an extra long time unbuttoning his pants so Andrew had to stand in the room in his underwear and skinny legs, watching the door nervously, for a long time.  But they made the switch and all was well.

The end.