Santa brought me some pajamas that were a little on the large side. Returning them shouldn’t have required this much discussion. Or therapy time.
Julianna (she’s 9): Daddy, what is Mommy doing?
Me: Returning my new pajamas. They’re too big.
J: You mean, you’re too small to wear them.
Me: No, Honey. They are too big for me.
J: In other words, you’re too short.
Me: No, Sweetie. I am an appropriate size. The pajamas are just too big.
J: So, you’re saying that you are too small for your pajamas, right?
Me: No, Puppy. Look, I’m Ok. It’s just that the pajamas aren’t right me.
J: Oh, I see. They’re too big for you.
J: Except for your big fat belly.