You know it’s going to be a bad day when you are at work and you receive a call from the administration office at the grade school where your youngest child attends second grade.
Ring, ring, ring
Me: Department name that I work in, this is Moogie.
Mrs. Administration Lady: Yes, may I please speak to Mrs. Last Name?
Me: This is she.
MAL: Mam, this is Mrs. Administration Lady at a Georgia Public School. Meelie No was sent to the office just now by her teacher.
Me: Sigh. What happened? Is she sick?
MAL: No mam.
Me: What did she do?
MAL: It’s not so much what she did mam, but what she is wearing.
Me: What she’s wearing?
MAL: Yes mam.
Me: You’re gonna make me work for this aren’t you?
MAL: Mam?
Me: What is she wearing?
MAL: Well, it’s inappropriate and we need you to bring her another set of clothes.
Me: How is it inappropriate?
MAL: Her skirt is too short, and so is her shirt. When she lifts her arms, her stomach shows.
Me: Hmm, can you describe her outfit for me? I left before she woke up so I don’t know what she’s wearing. My husband dressed her.
MAL: Ah, that probably explains it.
Me: Explains what?
MAL: Mam?
Me: I’ll be there as soon as I can.
And this was what she was wearing when I got there.
Comments
Poor Meelie No, Guess that's the Last time that will happen eh.. hmm well 10/10 for effort -15 for wrong size...
Posted by: Gopher at October 17, 2005 06:19 PM
Ahahahahaha! My husband can't dress our kids either!
Posted by: Heather at October 17, 2005 07:31 PM
Well, it's cute...and I would have gone "Oh, come ON" had I not read that the outfit was 2 sizes too small. Men...
Posted by: Robin at October 17, 2005 10:21 PM
what is it with men not being able to dress their children? I have boys and my husband has trouble. I can't imagine what he'd do to a poor little girl.
Posted by: E at October 17, 2005 10:34 PM
If women would just put the kid's clothes where we can find them, instead of in the drawers where they belong, us men could dress kids just fine!
Posted by: D Brooks at October 18, 2005 02:25 PM
I'm just anal enough that I would dress Lil Daughter myself before I went to work (leaving her with stay-at-home-dad) or leave her very cute outfit already laid out. Otherwise he would meet me for lunch with beautiful baby dressed in an outfit that was 2 sizes too small that he probably found in a bag headed for Goodwill.
Posted by: julie at October 18, 2005 11:16 PM
It may not be your husband's fault.
When our pre-teen (now grown Thank God) dressed for school, she wore clothes we would approve of. But when she got to the bus stop, she'd change into her REAL clothes hidden in her backpack. Thus transformed into the Queen of Tacky, she attended school... O the joys of parenthood.
Posted by: john cowart at October 20, 2005 11:45 AM


