dirty means dirty

the other night vivian put on her elephant jammies and then asked me to do the same. i told her i couldn't because they were dirty. quickly, a barrage of questions about WHAT exactly made it dirty, WHEN would it be clean, WHO made it dirty, WHERE was it dirty, ensued. as i tried patiently to dress her fresh from the shower, and very squirmy baby brother, i also tried to answer each question. finally, after ten minutes i said, "vivian it just IS dirty. i CANNOT wear it. i'm sorry." this was NOT the answer she was hoping for...and so with a pouty lip, she turned and walked down stairs dirty nightgown in tow. as i finished getting bauer ready for bed i heard talking...and then giggling. a few minutes later vivian reappeared upstairs, with her daddy not to far behind....

and this is what i saw. ahhhhh, how sweet! daddy going that extra mile to make his baby happy! i grabbed the camera, took a picture, and then quietly whispered, "that gown is dirty." clif replied, "that's ok, it can't be that dirty. but why did you just give bauer a bath?! didn't he just have one earlier?" "yes honey he did, but he just barfed all over himself and my elephant pjs." ;)