It's the thought that counts

One morning, we were planning to run some errands. I was outside hanging up laundry, when my boys came to the back porch. Daddy had dressed Daryl in the outfit pictured below.

I, of course had to change it, despite Daddy's protests. It may be cute, but people would blame me, and I'm sure enough people question my intelligence. Besides, the shorts were "pjs." We did see one of my former college profs while out, and Daryl complained about how she missed seeing him in his "cute outfit."