Guess whether they were allowed to have candy after lunch. Go ahead, guess.

I got a new pair of jeans at the thrift store yesterday. They're not exactly painted on, but they are tighter than the ones I usually wear.

I decided to wear them to Rita's Thanksgiving party tonight; I usually wear a dress--it's the one time all year that I do--but it's been chilly and Rita's version of Thanksgiving dinner is served outdoors at 10:00 pm, so I figured the jeans would make more sense this year.

Wanting something nice to go with them, I went to a larger thrift store after the gym this morning. I picked out a red sweater that somehow manages to be not only soft and floppy, but also somewhat form-fitting. I thought I'd wear it with a stretchy black top with spaghetti straps that I already had at home.

When I got home, I decided to go ahead and try it all on, just in case something didn't look right. It looked fine, so I went downstairs to show Alex. But I couldn't because before I was even off the stairs I was surrounded (you wouldn't think it would be possible for a grown woman to be completely surrounded by two small girls, but it is) by Robin and Julia jumping up and down and running circles around me in opposite directions.

Girls: Mommy! Mommy! You look so.... So....
Me: So...what?
Robin: You look so... You look so...
Me: Yes?

Julia: You look beautiful, Mommy.
Me: Thank you. I didn't think I looked very different.
Julia: You don't look different. You look good.
Me: Well, thank you.

Julia: You look like a real Mommy.
Robin: Can you wear that for my birthday party?