She's outgrown some p.j.'s and I've let her wear them still as capri's and belly shirts because, well, who sees her but us? Last night while I was folding laundry and decided it was time to give them to Lindsay, so I put them in Lindsay's drawer. While we were reading scriptures, Lindsay pulled them out and said, "Look what I got." teasing her sister. Maddie lost it. Crying, screaming, kicking. "Those are my most comfortable pajamas. You can't give them to Lindsay." and on and on until scriptures were given up on for the night and she was sent to her room to cry it out.
Jeramy and I came downstairs and shortly after, this sign was thrown down the stairs for us to read:
Can you read it? Well, here's the translation:
"11p.m. I get the p.j.'s or else I will punch Lindsay in the face."
We laughed and laughed. 11 came and went, and no punching took place. However, Lindsay came down with a dollar and said, "Maddie gave me a dollar for her pants!" So the battle will start again tonight...
Once again, I can hardly wait until she's a teenager.





