Our parents made us actually change out of our jammies and put on some nice clothes.
Well, nice, by our standards, at least.
Dash totally won. He was wearing an great blue suit that used to belong to Uncle Adam.
I put on my go-to pink gown, with some green hair extensions and about 15 ponytail holders around my wrists as bracelets- obviously.
Look at how nice Sadie looks. Then look at my dance leotard.
Henry managed to put on some clothes, but he seems to be predispositioned to not being able to keep a shirt tucked in at all.
These siblings all managed to class it up a bit too. When ever I saw papa far away from me with his guitar, I'd scream "My papa! My papa!"
Dash took a more direct approach. And who's going to stop a guy who looks that good?
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