Tonight I had a chuckle.
We finished bath time and I was getting Paisley all lotion-ed and into her P.J's. Irish was told by Marshall that "You need go downstairs, I put my jammas on by myself". SO with that Marshall was left in his room to put his P.J.'s on all by his big-boy-self. Paisley and I waited downstairs on the couch for him, and Irish went back to cleaning up the basement.
Quite surprisingly Marshall came down to the living room not too much longer after Paisley and I. He was indeed in is 'jammas' and as an added bonus they were on right side out and forwards.
I told Marshall to go and tell Dad that it was Scripture time.
So obediently he goes to the stairs and yells down to Irish "DAAAAD, IT'S STRIPPER TIME"
