Robes

I truly believe the best part of parenthood is when you see the world through your kids eyes... and it totally cracks you up. The things that they say, that when you really break it down, DO make sense, while at the same time don't make sense. 

The latest giggle around here is Max's "robes." In the process of unpacking, I am finding things that never really had "a place" at the old house, but now do. There is so much more room here that I can actually place a tired old kids bath-robe that used to just kick around aimlessly between the laundry room and a random hook on the wall (or wadded up in a ball in the corner) on a hanger in the kids room that is at their level. 

Now, I never would have purchased such a thing normally, but since the kids swim every week at the JCC, they had asked us to have one for Max to walk to the pool and back. Max never wore it, as far as I can tell, and it has always been one clean-sweep away from the Goodwill box.

Until now

Apparently, in Max's mind's eye, all the children at Hogwart's dress like Hugh Heffner. When Harry Potter puts on his "robes," Max's mental picture is apparently something akin to Omar emerging from the bathroom on a Saturday morning on his way to stir up some pancakes. 

So now, he walks around the house in his furry, dark blue, cinched at the waist "robes." He knows he is supposed to share things that are cool, so he has made a chart detailing on which days which kid gets to sport "the robes." Yes, there is only one "robes." When Cal or Spence turn down their golden opportunities (with a look of "I have no idea why I am supposed to be excited about the prospect), he whips it on and looks like he is just one good pipe away from british nobility. It even has pockets for him to rest his hands in as he surveys the property. "Look mom... I look like Ron Weasley" he says. 

Love it.