The Onesie has Arrived π
Today I picked up my onesie, and to say I was a little excited would have been an understatement. Jumping on the backbone this fashion trend I have heard so many good reviews so was perhaps raising my standards albeit a little too high, would I be ultimately setting myself up for a tremendous fall. Not a scooby, for within an half an hour of collecting said onesie from Debenham's I'm back at home relaxing in the comfort of this well worth purchase. The relaxing doesn't last for too long as in my moment of serenity I had neglect to realise that having two young boys and wearing effectively a tiger π―costume was never going to result in relaxation and comfort at least not until bedtime. Instead the situation quickly turned into the full family wearing onesies, me as a Tiger, Jack as Spiderman, Ewan as Olaf from frozen and Hayley in an all pink ensemble or as Jack felt compelled to call her "The Pinker". You really do have to admire a childs imagination, it's a shame this is often lost through our journey into adulthood. I cannot help but think that the world would such a better place if we all remained a little child like. From their amazing and farfetched imagations which bring so much joy and happiness, to their ability to be able to literally forgive and forget, not knowing how to hold a grudge or be bitter as much of the world can be sometimes. But probably most of all would be that we should all at some point in the day just be silly and have some fun, who cares about the worries we are ALIVE and only live once!
