Where do my kids get their sense of fashion from?

If you either know us at all or are avid readers of this blog, there has been a consistent issue with my kids having their own sense of style. It began with Elise who mixes, matches and pairs any random thing together that she wants to and thinks she looks marvelous. Then along came Ian, who doesn't give a flying flip what is stained or not, what matches or not, what looks nice or not. He has his favorite shirts (stained, worn out, but something he loves) and pants (not jeans and that are in a similar condition to the shirts) and he never wears things that match. So now we have Merry Grace:

Here she is with both her legs through one of the leg holes of a pair of Ian's Spiderman boxer-briefs. She, of course, did it herself and doesn't she look proud? It's even better paired with her cute little pajama top and her shiny blue purse.
The view from the back is even better, where you can see the other leg of the underwear flapping behind her. Oh please. Whatever am I going to do with these kids? :)

In other news, Ian had a little incident last night. He and Elise were running around and playing, when suddenly Ian began crying that he got hurt. Of course, my immediate thought that it was related to their playing, but then he ran to me and was saying, "Something hurt my bottom, I think something's in my bottom!" I quickly stripped him down and found a 1" splinter sticking in one of his little heiny (anyone know the appropriate spelling for that word?) cheeks. It was stuck in there quite well and it was very difficult to get out, even with a good portion of it still outside the skin. Poor kid. I cannot even imagine how it got through his sweats and underwear to do that much damage. But he's bandaged up and no worse for wear this morning. Thank goodness. :)