I'm just wondering cause I don't think I did the sane thing.
But first, a little back story. D said this on a Monday night. Saturday night we had returned from a WEEK of camping in Southern Utah (Moab to be exact). Everything gets covered in red sand, even PJ's that never seem to leave the tent. My traveling van looked like it had been packed by the Beverley Hillbillies. We buckled the children in their seats and then packed things around them. All of her cute PJ's were packed in the bowels of the van. Even if they could be found, they were tinged with the red dirt of adventure. Plus it was dark (and I am nervous in the dark--note that I did not say scared of the dark).
So, taking a page from Robyn's book of mothering, when your daughter has Pajama Day, you make her new Pajamas.