I am such a bad mother. I have just recovered from a massive bout of hysterical laughter, resulting from Max getting stuck in the monkey outfit I bought from Spotlight today. Seriously, it was already a tight squeeze… and for some reason, I forced the hood over his head… and do you think it was going to come off without a fight??!! I was shaking with laughter, and Max was bawling – yes, that’s how awful I am! I even asked Max if I could take a photo… and offered him a dollar for the shot! Eventually eased the bloody suit off. He’d still be furious with me, if it weren’t for the Crocodile outfit – it’s actually a dragon, but I won’t tell if you don’t – which he adores. And it fits like a glove... (actually, scratch that - it was so tight, major wedgie!)
Phew, the weekend’s jungle party is sorted!
(When I apologised to Max, I explained my hysterics by recounting the story of me trying on a ball dress in the city when I was in high school. The dress had feathers all over it, and it was very tight. I couldn’t get the damned thing off, so called Donna in to assist. I told Max that seeing him stuck in the monkey outfit reminded me of seeing feathers fly off this lovely and expensive but too tight dress!)
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