Proving Mom Wrong

Who knows what great lengths my children will go (in the future) to prove me wrong.  It's a family trait. 

(And, no, we're not proud of it.)

As I was sorting baby onesies, I showed Seth a onesie that I loved for him to wear when he was a baby. 

He put the onesie up to himself and said "it still fits!"

I laughed and told him no...he is too big.  He wore that as a baby...it wouldn't fit him now. 

So, to prove my point (see, he comes by it honestly!), I told him to stick his arm in the arm hole of the onesie. 

He did it! 

I laughed it off and said that I didn't think his head would fit through the neck hole. 

He did that too!

So I told him he could just try it on...