Huh?

I set out all of Grant's stuff for school the night before: the snacks, the extra clothes, the diapers labeled with his name, the lunch pail. There's one thing Bret has to do--dress the baby. But, I think I might have to take that over too. As I picked up Grant from school today, he was wearing sweat pants. The teacher actually said that he started crying on the playground (which is BEYOND abnomral), but she thinks it was because he was so hot.

Bret might be the world's best daddy, but he obviously needs a little mommy help when it comes to late summer fashion.