Paul came up with the idea that whoever gets their jammies on first, gets the first hug and a kiss from Daddy for the night. Being the ultra competitive children that are ours, they have started to get their jammies on around noon. Crazy huh?
When we got home from church today, Julia came to me in a rush, all bouncy, asking me to hurry and help her take her dress off. I said "why?" She said "So that I can be first!" So now all but Dawson have their jammies on and it's only 4:10 in the afternoon.
At least we will be all ready early tonight, and we can watch our guilty pleasure shows tonight.
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