Making New Traditions

I love to torment my son. At the same time, I am destined and determined to start new traditions around here. The other day, I had a chance to do both.

I waited patiently for my little guy and his friend to be in the same room when I excitedly showed him my new fab find of bright red footsy pajamas.

I watched as my little guy's face turned pale, his eyes get real big and eventually he screamed "I'M NOT WEARING THEM!" Then I matter-of-factly informed him that they were for me, not for him. I don't remember what came first in the dramatic episode that followed, either the calisthenics into the chair with his eyes covered or him screaming "YOU ARE SO EMBARRASSING!"

I laughed so hard. His little friend thought it was quite comical too, but not my little guy. No. He remained appalled. I giggled and changed the subject, until his friend left.

"Listen, I think it will be nice for Christmas Eve for us to wear matching footsy pajamas." I told him. "Who is going to see you?" He asked. Not worried about him wearing footsy pajamas, just me. "No one will see us!" I told him. "Okay. Maybe Santa. It's a new Christmas tradition." I explained.

"Okay. As long as no one will see us." He reluctantly agreed to my apparent satire. Even as I'm typing this I'm crying I'm laughing so hard. It's now little guy's turn to come up with yet a new Christmas tradition.