This morning as I sat eating my bland Weight Watchers CORE plan breakfast, the Peanut walked over and took an appraising look at my outfit.
"Are you wearing that to work?" she asked, aiming a withering stare at my admittedly not very fashionable khaki pants and rayon jacket.
"Well, yeah, I was planning to," I said. "What's the matter -- you don't think I should wear this?"
She won't be 3 until October. God help me when she's a teenager if she already hates my taste in clothing!