On Halloween (pics!soon!I promise!) we went to a neighboring community and Trick-or-Treated with my former boss/current good friend and her daughter whom she adopted from China. Jason came to the house wearing...
A clown wig.
No, I'm not kidding. One of those rainbow striped, curly, glittery ones.
People who know Jason in real life? Were saying things like, "Who are you and what have you done with the real Jason?"
Because, um, to say that was out of character for him would be an extraordinary understatement.
And? He wore it that day. At work.
So, once we got over that initial shock, we (read: Boy Child and Girl Child) were all mesmerized by the glory of the clown wig.
We came home that night and I threw the wig into the bag in my car which also held some other random things. I tossed it behind the seat and didn't think anything else of it.
Last night coming home, Boy Child noticed the bag and decided it would be HYSTERICAL to wear the wig.
Okay, actually? It was pretty funny. I love that he's such an enormous dork and it really doesn't bother him at all. It's actually one of my favorite things about him.
So we came home, parked and were unloading everything out of the car when the following conversation occurred:
Girl Child: Brother! Take off that wig! You'll never find a chick that way!
Boy Child, took off the wig and placed it on Girl Child's head: Well! Now! How about you? You'll never find a man like that!
Girl Child, scoffing: Who says I want a man anyway?
Boy Child: You will when you are a grown-up!
Girl Child, shrugging: Maybe I will, maybe I won't. You don't know.
Boy Child, frustrated: Girl Child! You have to have a husband! Who will buy cookies for your children if you don't have a husband?