Clothes Call

Today is Pyjama Day at my younger kids' school. (Or, in the US Pajama Day - we Canadians like to live large on the "and sometimes "y" rule".)

They are beyond excited.

The very idea of Not Having To Get Dressed is immensely appealing to them. I find this sort of funny because it's not as though they get "dressed" for school. I don't make them adhere to a lot of rules when choosing clothes for the day.

Simply:

1) It has to be within 2 sizes of their regular size. (Oversize is one thing, tripping in gym is another)

2) If they've worn it for three days and it still doesn't stink, go for it (less laundry for me, after all)

3) The t-shirt can't have words on it that either I don't understand or that could be taken the wrong way. (I rue the day FCUK came into existence. And the other day I saw a t-shirt at a store extolling the virtues of Peanut Butter & Jam - I was worried about that one because it might be seen as taunting the poor kids who are allergic to nuts, even though it wasn't Scratch & Sniff.)

4) They should try to resemble other persons the same sex as they are. Enough said.

5) If they wear their Toronto Maple Leafs jerseys they are opening themselves to unfortunate ridicule from transplanted Calgarians, Ottawans and the occasional Vancouverite (but really.)

6) They can wear seasonably inappropriate clothes. It simply gives me another occasion to say "Now, wasn't I right about the shorts? Isn't Mommy always right?" It's a win/win really.

7) If you really think it looks like a "real" shirt and not a pyjama shirt, go ahead. I'm not entirely sure what makes a pyjama shirt a pyjama shirt in the first place, besides the store section it's bought in.

8) Fresh underpants are preferred. (Seriously, what do you think is causing that itch, Einstein?)

Above all, I just really want my kids to be ready to get on the school bus, no matter what they're wearing.

Because I know the one thing I'll be wearing, is a smile.