And We Were Fancy

Yesterday was a good mom day. Bathrooms were cleaned, children played with, exercise attempted, delayed tasks completed. By anyone's standards it was productive. So, as a reward for such a fantastic day, I painted my fingernails red, because red fingernails are fancy and I was feeling F.A.N.C.Y.

As I stepped into the hallway sporting my fancy nails, my four year old met me wearing his school uniform (polo shirt and kakhi shorts) with the black dress shoes he wore as a ringbearer last fall. He asked if he could wear them in the van to get his older brother from school. Normally, I'm the type of mom that prefers the appropriate clothing for the appropriate occasion, but today I relented. I relented because before I could answer him, he said, "Mom! Don't I look fancy?!"

Everyone needs to feel fancy occasionally and if that means black dress shoes with athletic socks and shorts, then ok, let's be fancy!

What do you do to feel fancy?