the sincerest form of flattery

quentin can be a pain to dress these days because he wants to pick out his own shirts (always truck shirts.) last night, he slept in a truck shirt and a pair of pajama pants. i wasn't planning on getting him really dressed this morning when i went in to get him up because we're not going anywhere until much later today and it was just going to be easier to leave him as is. but he insisted on putting on a different truck shirt for the day. fine whatever. but then he started crying about the gray sweatpants i reluctantly decided i would put on him. he started mumbling incoherently about dogs and presents and then went over to his hamper where he pulled out his flannel christmas doggy pajama bottoms. weird, i thought, until i realized they are the same exact jammie pants i am wearing. (yes, everyone in our family has matching christmas jammies - we're that cool.) so now he is wearing a different, clean truck shirt and a previously-worn pair of PJ bottoms (but not smelly - i sniffed!) so much for easy.