Last night, at our parent/child ECFE class (how many of you do these?), it was "Pajama Night". Hambone was crazy excited, and put his jammies as soon as I would let him. As our departure time got closer, he started asking me, "When are you gonna get your jammies on?!" To be honest, I was a little scared. Even at 34, peer pressure was getting to me. I wondered how many other parents would wear their jammies. I considered calling one of my friends that was in the class with us to see if SHE was wearing jammies. Then, I realized, "Oh fer dang sake, Mama!! Just put on the darn pj's that your boy wants you to wear so badly and GROW UP!!" So, I did just that. I threw caution to the wind, put my jammies and slippers on, and decided that I wasn't gonna care what people thought of me. *gulp* Then I started sweating...'cuz I'm a people pleaser and I ALWAYS care what people think of me. I arrived at ECFE in (now soaking wet...this sweating business is...