It was the first fairly chilly weather on this particular morning I left for work. I grabbed the first medium weight jacket I felt out of the closet and it happened to be my “sporty” UNC jacket.
That evening I picked up Nariah from her after school care and we’re walking to the car talking about the day like normal. After getting her all buckled in the back seat, I pull off when she starts this dialogue :
“What’s under your jacket daddy?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“What do you have on under your jacket?”
“Oh… Ummm, my blue and white button up shirt. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, I was wondering if you went to work today.”
“Ha ha, yes baby I went to work. What made you wonder that? My jacket?”
“I just wanted to make sure you wore something professional looking in case it wasn’t your day off!”
Sigh, this kid here. I have to be on my Ps and Qs at all times! I’m noticing now if she sees me dressing in the morning she can tell when its my “Off” Friday and that gives her reason to inquire if I can pick her up early to go to a movie or something. Slick I tell you.
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