If you have been reading my blog for a while, you might remember that my husband has struggled with being able to pick the correct pull ups. Not once, but twice, he bought pink pull ups for D. So I would have thought that the shame of me blogging about this TWO times would be enough to make him double check his work when he has been sent to the store to buy pull ups. Apparently not. Poor Miss K was devastated to have to wear “boy” pull-ups. This prissy girl in the tu-tu pajamas did not want BLUE pull-ups.
Honey, I know it got hammered into your head not to buy the pink pull-ups, but our next two children are girls. Please buy the pink pull-ups.