This was the one day Belle let me take her photo and she wasn’t wearing her usual Bingo pants.
You might be asking yourself: “What exactly are bingo pants?” I’m glad you asked. “Bingo pants” is a term that was coined by my ever-so-slightly cynical sister when she noticed that Belle seemed to have an affinity for a certain style of pants. The kind of pants to which I am referring are bright, tight (The brighter and tighter, the better) and would really look great when accessorized with a fanny pack.
Now, I enjoy a nice pair of stretchy pants as much as the next person, and I mean no disrespect for those who play bingo or fancy a fanny pack, but I bring up the subject because it has become somewhat of an issue in our house. Every morning, when it’s time to get dressed, I casually try to coax Belle into wearing a cute pair of dark denim jeggings, cargo pants or cords, but alas, she won’t hear any of it unless there is an abundance of stretch, glitter, or a they are of the heart, butterfly or animal print variety. I have fought and I have lost, and as a result, I have concluded that I need to let the child wear her bingo pants with pride. Besides, she may as well wear ’em while she can get away with it. Shake what your mama gave ya girl!
In the end, O is the one who suffers since he is not able to voice his opinion, or say: “Don’t come near me with that cardigan Mama!” I’ll take advantage while I can.
Poor O has no idea what’s in store for him