"Don't Let the Past Remind us of What We are Not Now

Two nights ago, I know I put Daniel to bed in his pajamas. I know this particularly well, not only because I put his pamajas on him, but because I carried him off to bed literally kicking and screaming (he was, that is), and he was in his pajamas. But that's another story...

Yet the next morning, Daniel was gone and Greg was among us.

Yesterday morning, I got up before anyone else and got ready for work. As I came into the living room on my way out the door, instead of a three-year-old American boy in his red, flannel Lightning McQueen pajamas, I saw a thirty-something-year-old Australians man, who happened to be two-and-half feet-tall, in his trademark yellow turtleneck and black pants, about which so much has already been blogged. I didn't even know he was up, let alone beGregged, but there he was in an entirely different mode from that of the toddler I had put to bed the night before.

I kissed him on the head and said something like, "How's my boy?", and the Greg responded right on beat, almost in monotone, without looking up:

"I'm not a boy anymore. I'm a Wiggle now, but I used to be a boy in pajamas, but now I'm not."

Learn this well: the clothes really do make the man.