Coy wears the pants in this house -- but they are mine! :)
Today I mentioned to Coy that he seemed to be wearing my jeans. Yeah, he said, I kinda wondered about that. If I have time after breakfast I'll change them. He wound up wearing them all day, including to the day program.
Jeans are jeans, right? Pretty unisex. Except these were a stretch fabric with a flare at the cuffs, from Coldwater Creek. They looked retro on him. He should have had long sideburns and a double knit leisure jacket!
It didn't bother him so it didn't bother me. At least they didn't have a lace butterfly on the butt.
It occured to me that I should be able to wear Coy's jeans, if mine fit him. Then I remembered he wears elderly-gentlemen tailored jeans by Haggar, and that prospect became less appealing.
Sometimes ol' Lewy is pretty entertaining.