Ok, put aside Daniel's greyness from your mind; he was just about to be lotioned up before bed. Stay focused. He came downstairs in super short pajama pants. Kyle and I immediately started laughing at our fashion-unconscious son. I decided to make them into shorts, since they're for bedtime anyway. And then Daniel put one of the cut legs on his head and started giggling: It's my new stocking cap!
And of course, he'll be needing a matching wristband should he sweat in bed.
Kyle and I are easily amused.