Over the past few days, I have come to realize that red shirts are my friends. While doing a load of red laundry (I know, I know, that's a revealing peek into my neurotic laundry habits) I realized that OBB has quite a few red shirts. A red t-shirt from Ralph Lauren, one from Talbots Kids, one with Lightning McQueen on it that his grandparents gave him, one with Toy Story characters on it and a red polo shirt. But not until today did I really understand their value to me.
A couple nights ago we had pizza for dinner, and OBB has an unfortunate habit of wiping his hands on his clothes - but with a red shirt, tomato sauce can't even be detected! Score for me!
And then this morning, we were driving to a play date and in the back seat, OBB suddenly exclaims, "what's all this?" - a phrase he no doubt picked up from me. (Have I mentioned how great it is when your kids start saying the things you say? But I digress). OBB was covered in blood. His arms, his hands, his face all had blood smeared on them. I pulled the car over into the first residential development I could find, grabbed a package of wipes and headed for his door. OBB had a nose bleed - and it had gone everywhere. BUT! I didn't even have to change his shirt because it was red and whatever might have gotten on it just blended right in! This was fabulous!
So if you happen to notice that OBB always has a red shirt on from now on, just chalk it up to me pursuing the path of least resistance when it comes to my stain-fighting efforts. It may also be an indication of what we're having for dinner that night.
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the f-bomb charlie dropped the last time i saw him, did he learn that from you too?
I told you... he was trying to say truck!
hahaha. RM dropped the F bomb in the same context this week.
SB, i love the red shirt tactics. if my son's name and hair color were otherwise, i might have to steal your wise ideas. J-bug will certainly wear the color.
hahaha...
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