Sweatpants and a t-shirt are all you want to wear
Jeans and a button down you say you can’t bear.
So every morning we battle, just you and I
You peel off your pj’s and say it’s sweatpants you spy.
You scamper to your dresser and pull out the third drawer
And dig out your sweatpants in the color you adore.
The sweatpants are not green, blue, black, brown, or grey
They’re red – match nothing – and you wear them every day.
But you dressed yourself yesterday in something surprising
“Mommy, you’ll just love it,” you happily were chiming.
I walked in your room expecting the same sweatpants in red
And there you sat in jeans and a polo while giggling on your bed.
“The Easter Bunny will say I’m handsome,” you said smiling wide
I agreed, high fived you, and gave you tickle on your side.
So we all went to the mall – your dad, brother, you and I
To show the Easter Bunny your outfit and sit on his thigh.
But as soon as we got home, you ripped off your clothes
And pulled on your red sweatpants – I guess that’s how it goes.
But I bought the Easter picture so I could have evidence of the day
You wore something other than your red sweatpants or your batman pj’s.
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