|My and my Dad circa 1979. Love the hair and those plaid pants.|
Turns out he got so excited about having lunch with Dad he didn’t want to tell him when he needed to get to the bathroom and had a little overflow issue. At first my husband wasn’t sure what to do because I had neglected to bring along any back-up pants.
So he came up with this wardrobe option to get them through the rest of lunch, give me time to finish my thing , and get us back home again. I don’t think I would have come-up with it in a thousand years. But it totally worked. Good job, Dad. I’m so glad you’re my partner in this crazy adventure called parenthood.
Maybe I can get him to do a guest post tutorial on how to make children’s clothes out of take-out bags. Might be a popular one.