This morning I woke up feeling pretty good. My stomach didn't have that what-are-you-naming-the-baby look to it, so I dove into the bin in hopes of finding some gems for my Florida trip. The first dress I tried on zipped up quite nicely, but just didn't look awesome. I went into the living room, where I have a full-length mirror, to give it a good looking over.
The boys, vegged out on the couch playing Wii, paused their game long enough to critique my newly-found treasure. Mind you, I did not ask for their input...
Bonus: "Mom! That dress makes you look so pretty!"
Me: "Clothes don't make someone pretty, sweetheart, but thank you for the compliment."
Deuce: "I'm not so sure about it. The back is kinda funny in a poochy-sorta way."
The kid was 100% correct. This was exactly what was wrong with the dress. So into the donate bin it went.
Six-thousand pairs of tight jeans later, I found a hot-pink swim suit. Feeling pretty confident about fitting into this bad boy, I slipped it on. It not only fit; it fit perfectly! No tugging at the butt, no readjustment of the top with every movement. It was just right. Just to make sure, I went back in front of the full-length mirror.
Not to be outdone by his brother again in the help-mom-critique-clothes game, Bonus pipes up, "Mom! That one would be perfect if you got rid of some of that junk out of your trunk!"
Bonus: "Um....I love you?"
Note to self: Only try on clothes when they are far, far away.