Speaking of Christmas . . .

I got a funny gift from Ty and Michelle.

After seeing me in my nightgown one morning Ty said, “Hey Mom, you need a new nightgown.  A modest one.  One that will stay up on your shoulders.”

Now, let me say, my nightgown is modest.  It isn’t red.  It isn’t trimmed in black lace.  It’s cotton.  It’s yellow with little flowers.  It has sleeves.  It’s down to my knees.  It’s just a little bit big is all and occasionally it slips on one shoulder.  Maybe I should have bought a medium, but I feel safe in large.

Guess what I opened for Christmas from Ty and Michelle?  You guessed it:  a new nightgown.  I pulled it from the package and there was lots and lots of pretty blue floral material with ribbed edges.  It wasn’t a medium.  It wasn’t a large.  It was a beautiful, flowing 1X.  I chuckled to myself, knowing full well where that neck would fall, and they said, “Put it on!  Put it on!” and so I did.  I slipped it on over my clothes (which reminded me of another funny story that happened with Ty) and Ty said, “It’s a little big on your neck I guess, but the only other size was a 4X so it will do.  Check your pockets!” 

           

Inside of both pockets and taped to the insides of the nightgown were bills of all kinds and sizes.  Ty said, “They’re maid wages.  Remember?” 

I looked at all the bills and said, “Ty, no maid makes wages like this.  No maid.”

He said, “Never mind that.  Go on . . . tell Michelle what maid wages are.”

I explained, “Well, I kept telling the kids when they were younger that any money that fell out of their pockets in the wash or any money they left lying on the sink or around the house is what the maid earned for taking care of their mess.”  I like to think it taught them responsibility.

So now I have a nice blue house-coatish nightgown with a low neck to wear while I earn my maid wages.  I’m very fond of it and it makes me laugh each time I wear it.  Come on over some morning and I’ll model it while I fix you some french toast.