Avery has never used her back up clothes at school before. Ever. And then Wednesday, I picked her up and she had on a pair of overalls and a little white shirt… Not what I sent her in, so it threw me for a second. They had been in her backpack for emergency use by her teachers. So, I threw them in the wash and didn’t think much of it. This morning, going out the door, I thought about grabbing something else for her emergency stash, but reconsidered… I was running very late and had to go. I mean, she had never needed them before, so I was in the clear. Guess what she came home today in? A hideous white, long-sleeved 70s disco onesie (it’s almost 90 here today,) that has some far out red and blue denim and corduroy flower patches on it with buttons for the centers… And this god-awful shade of purple stretchy bell bottom pants that were waaaay too tight. Definitely not what I sent her in. And her hair had come down and was all in her eyes and messy. She looked liked a throwaway. Or a color blind disco queen. I’m sure all the little fru-fru moms picking up there kids were thinking “that poor little neglected child…” I have to be honest, I’d be thinking that, too… Too bad I didn’t take a picture before I ripped that horrid crap off of her and dressed her in a very cute little spring dress. I’ll be repacking her backup clothes this afternoon.