Oh. My. Gawd. Becky

...look…at her…pants.

I'm that mom that picks her kid up from the bus stop in PJ pants from my alma mater, my favorite wellies, and my lick-happy puppy. I know my baby is not yet embarrassed by my neglected appearance - he will be in a few years if I don't pull my act together...but FUUUUCK, those pants are comfy. And if I have to wear pants for ten minutes while picking up my little dude I'm going with the comfy ones if our next stop is back to the house. Because when I walk through the door, those suckers are coming off - comfy or not.

Fo' really real.