Memorial Day Toga

We go to the Bowles house for dinner every Sunday. The Sunday before Memorial Day we were over there eating and Oliver dropped his cup sippy side down into his high chair. I don't know how long it was like that before I realized. Needless to say, he had grape juice soaked all the way through his cute overalls and onesie. I took his wet, stained clothes off, rinsed them out, and put them outside to dry. About 5 minutes later, Grandma Christensen asked us if we were all ready to go put flowers on graves. I didn't know that we were going on Sunday instead of Monday and Oliver's clothes were unwearable. It was cloudy and windy and I didn't bring extra clothes and he was in just a diaper.

Well. To make a long story not as long, Brian's sisters took Oliver into their rooms to see if they had anything that he could possibly wear and he came out in this. It was the smallest t-shirt that they could find, tied up on the side, eighties style, with a hair elastic. He went out into the crowded cemetaries looking like his mommy didn't dress him that day, but he had fun wandering through the grass and talking as loud as he wanted. It sure was very cute and funny!