Take your pick. But the boy is curious. Which is smart and healthy and normal, right? I don’t know about this level of questioning. The other night I counted 56 questions during his bath.
56!
That was the night that led to the no-question shirt.
You see, Sam has a Batman shirt (pictured above). When we got it–as a hand-me-down, of course–I thought it was a daytime shirt and hung it in his closet. But then I discovered the family had also passed down some Batman pj shorts (also pictured above), and I realized this shirt was actually a pajama shirt.
No harm, I just moved it to his pj drawer.
Totally rocked his world. Turned it upside down.
That night, the night of the 56 questions, I pulled the shirt out and introduced it as the lost part of his Batman pjs set.
The Interrogator started in…
Sam: “Isn’t that a daytime shirt, Mommy?”
Me: “Actually, it’s a pj shirt.”
S: “How can it be a pj shirt?”
M: “It matches your shorts, see?”
S: “My shorts are daytime shorts?”
M: “No. They’re pj shorts.”
S: “How do you know?”
M: “They’re soft like pj shorts.”
S: “Why aren’t daytime shorts soft?”
M: “They can be, but these are pj soft. Come on. Put on these pjs.”‘
S: “What if you wore daytime clothes for pjs?”
M: “You could. But these are pjs.”
S: “Then why was that Batman shirt hanging up in my closet?”
M: “I told you. I thought it was a daytime shirt.”
S: “Do you still think it’s a daytime shirt because it’s soft?”
M: [laughing hysterically with fatigue]: “Sure.”
S: [grinning] “Sure, what?”
M: “Whatever you say.”
Since that fateful night, Sam and I have a deal. If the Batman shirt is clean, and he choses to wear it, he can ask me one time: “Pj shirt or daytime shirt?!” and I’ll say “Sure” and laugh.
And then no more questions about the shirt.
Which makes it the Shirt Without Question.
And since we’re talking about questions, any clue why Ellie closes her eyes in pictures lately?