Fresh Greens and Scabbed Knees

Jo likes particular things.  She likes certain forks when she eats.  She likes certain jackets when it's chilly and she likes loves a certain pair of yellow shorts.

I do not know why she loves these shorts, but the sentiment began last summer and she has not yet forgotten about those shorts.  She has been dying to wear her flip-flops and begging every day to wear short sleeved shirts, and a few days ago, when Jimmy told her that it was going to be warm weather the following day, and mentioned the possibility of shorts, she jumped at the chance to ask for her yellow shorts.

That night, when all children should be fast asleep, her curly head popped out of her door to inform me that daddy had told her that she could wear her yellow shorts the following day.

Go to sleep, Jo!  We'll deal with it in the morning.

Jimmy, did you tell her she could wear her yellow shorts tomorrow?  What if they don't fit her anymore?


No, I just said shorts in general were a possibility.

Argh!  I hope they fit!

Yay!  Disaster averted!  The yellow shorts fit!

Speaking of shorts...

Do these really qualify as shorts?  I mean, they are supposed to be shorts, but when your legs are only about 8" long, how much shorter than your short legs can the shorts get?

Either way, it was exciting to be able to be outside in the fresh green grass in shorts...

Except, of course, for the bare little knees that get scraped so easily!  (And yes, these are different shorts.  Do I really have to explain to you why a 1 yr old needed to change his shorts?  Thought not.)  Interestingly enough, though, it was Jo who was more worried about Gabriel's scraped knees than Gabriel was!