Sometimes I wonder if I’m too lazy, always drawing myself in a navy hooded sweater and grey sweatpants. Then I realize, I am literally wearing that outfit as I type, and basically have been all week except for when I change into leggings to take her to daycare. Even I have a line, and that line is sweatpants outside the house.

When Kev and I showed up to get her after daycare and we’d both bought new shirts (not a regular occurrence in our deeply unfashionable, yet highly comfortable wardrobes) and were still wearing our ‘outside’ clothes, well… the truth comes out of the mouths of babes, I guess.

(Psst: someone asked for the last strip as a print, so I put it up on Redbubble!)