Whenever I point at my pants and say, "Like the clown, Mama?" She says, "No, like a badger, sweetie." Likewise, when I point at my new red t-shirt and say, "Skunk, mama?" She says, "No, it's a badger, sweetie." This is about the time when she breaks into song about wanting to see a badger by the light of the moon, by the light of the moon, by the bright shining light, by the light of the moon.
Some days, one just has to accept the baffling world of adults for what it is. I'm pretty sure these are clown pants and the guy with a stripe is a skunk. Thanks for the fun times. Gramma and KooKoo!



Can you take me seriously when I'm in these pants? Try.
Harder.