Tucker is getting over a nasty cold, one that had him quarrantined in our house for three solid days. We settled in for lots of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, coloring, playing with blocks, reading books, and napping, napping, napping.
For each of those days, Tucker's attire was pretty consistent: he vegged out in comfy-cozy clothes of my choice, usually consisting of some variation of t-shirts and sweatpants, but he was adamant about the accessories.
For three solid days, he has worn his Cookie Monster slippers and his pretend yellow safety goggles. He was insistent.
Safefty First. You just never know what could happen, and you wouldn't want to be without protective eyewear.