Joy came in from the kitchen and headed straight over to where Danny was now playfully turning the hallway light-switch on and off. She was carrying a pair of elastic waist khakis shorts. “Okay buddy-boy, time to get you all dressed up for the restaurant,” she declared.
Danny cooperated while she slipped the shorts on him. He seemed too enthralled with the light-switches to even care that he was being dressed. Brian doubted the boy cared one bit was he was dressed in anyway. In his state of mind he probably would have been happy to go to the restaurant buck naked or in a frilly pink dress.
Amanda set Sue down on the carpet and rummaged through a bag to get something for Megan to wear. Soon she emerged with a pair of pink shorts. “Okay sweetie, come to Mommy,” she beckoned.
Megan was all too happy to comply. She was sick of being the only one with no pants on. Little pink shorts with hearts were not her usual but they could have been so much worse. So she let her mom slip them over one foot at a time and pull them up. It was a relief to have her pull-ups covered up at last. In fact she was better off that Rachel now, as her short little dress failed to hide her puffy pull-ups.
Having successfully clothed her son Joy had now turned to Rachel, directing her to sit on the floor. Rachel had done as she was told, hopeful she’d be dressed in something at least marginally better than the silly outfit she had on at the moment. She was not a fan of frills and cutesie short dresses, even on little girls. She’d have been happy even to be dressed as her friend Megan was. But when Joy returned from the front hall she didn’t have a new outfit for her daughter, just a pair of glitter-covered jelly sandals which she proceeded to strap onto the pouting girl’s feet.
With the kids dressed the other two moms seemed ready to go as well. Amanda scooped Sue up from the carpet and steadied the teen girl on her hip, slipping a red and white binkie between the girl’s lips. Brian looked around and furrowed his brow. “Where are my shoes Mommy?” he asked.
Sara shook her head. “Don’t worry honey, you’ll be fine without them,” she assured.
Brian shook his head. He couldn’t go out in public, to a restaurant, without any shoes on! They wouldn’t let him in like that would they?
“Mommy I need shoes!” he insisted.