The Monkey Suit

Who likes to get all dressed up? I know I don't! I'd much rather have on a comfy pair of blue jeans and t-shirt and tennis shoes and I'm sure that give his option, Ken would rather not wear a suit and tie.

But who would have thought that Shane would have been so vehemently opposed to dressing up? We took the boys to the Melting Pot for Christmas dinner and I asked them to dress appropriately.

Shane came down stairs after putting on the clothes that I laid out for him. Sighing heavily, I heard him complain (loudly) to Ken that he "HATED to wear a monkey suit!"



I hope that he finds a job doing something other than office work. Because if he thinks that khakis and a button up shirt are monkey suits, just wait til he really has to dress up.

I also came to the conclusion that maybe we need to get him out and about to more places than ones that serve chicken nuggets on the menu!

PS - Yeah. I'm not sure what he was doing there. That could have been a blog in and of itself!

The Monkey Suit, Part IXV

My kids rarely have to dress up.  So when they do, I make sure to get pictures of them.  Much to their dismay.

But they hate to "dress up" and can only be presentable for so long.  And then they're done. 

And this is what happens when little boys are made to wear monkey suits:

I WILL GET THIS STOOPID VEST OFF!

All the while, still holding conversations.

Oh well.  It's not like I'm any different.  When I was putting on a pair of pantyhoses, Owen came up and pulled on them and said "what are these?"

And he meant it.

Because I don't like wearing monkey suits either.

But I told him to stop pulling on my hoses because I definitely didn't have another pair to wear if he ripped them. 

Because I hate wearing monkey suits too.  ;)