“Mom? Can we get me some footie pajamas?”
I bit my lip to keep from snort-laughing at my eldest child, thinking that this would make a great one-liner for my family group text. But he wasn’t done.
“I mean, they’re just so much easier than regular pajamas. Normally, I have to run around thinking, “where are my pajama pants? Where is my pajama shirt?” But with footie pajamas, the pants are sewn onto the shirt! You can’t lose them! And socks! Normally I have to put on socks. But the footies cover your feet!”
I was now convulsing silently, trying to make a right turn without pulling out in front of traffic.
“Man, footies would be great! I’d just pull them out of my drawer, and BAM! Pajamas! Just zip ‘em up!”
Bam! Pajamas. You’re welcome.