Here's what happened in my head:
We're combined with the boys. I think they wanted to play sports. I should change the skirt...
No. I don't like sports. I'm keeping the skirt. That way I'll have an excuse not to play...
I really should change. I should set an example...
No. I'm keeping the skirt and that's that.
I was almost out the door when Jesse confronted me:
"I thought they were playing sports. You can't wear a skirt. You need to participate. Go change into pants."
Who does he think he is? My mom???
In the end, I left the house in shorts...
but you can bet that I made sure not to wear sensible shoes!
Just keeping my options open.
***For the record, we ended up playing soccer. And yes. I did play. Sandals and all.
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