MiddleOne’s kindergarten class sang in church this morning, so the rest of us, plus my mother-in-law, descended upon the (Gym) House of God. I dragged myself out of bed at the last minute, so did not see what my children wore until we half-way to MiddleOne’s school.
MiddleOne, who was specifically told to dress nicely since he was singing, wore gray sweatpants, shapeless blue turtleneck, orange-and-green Halloween socks, and sandals.
YoungestOne (who was dressed by his father, thus making BelovedSpouse responsible for our familial sartorial outrage) also wore sweatpants, green camouflage long-sleeved shirt, and a blue t-shirt over it.
OldestOne was the best dressed, in blue track pants and a long-sleeved dinosaur shirt. Also pared with sandals and Halloween socks.
Needless to say, we stood out a bit. Thank God for one guy who showed up in shorts, because his wife and I were the only two women in the congregation wearing jeans.
It’s a good thing that God does not care what clothes people wear to worship Him, because otherwise I am pretty sure it was only my jacket and high-heeled boots that saved us from being smited on sight 🙂