It is 8:15, I am half-dressed with wet hair, a crying baby who needs to eat and go down for a nap on my hip, and two preschoolers running up and down the hallway shouting "You can't catch me!" at the top of their voices. And I currently hate The Gingerbread Man!
(In case it isn't obvious, I am not a morning person and usually don't respond to unscheduled request prior 12pm.)
So into this chaos walks my sweet husband with a seemingly simple request. But of course, nothing is simple with my man!
I (grudgingly) agreed to take a quick pic so that I can get on with my day. Brad goes back to the bedroom to get dressed and comes back out wearing half a suit. Apparently since all he wanted was a head shot, he didn't feel the need to get fully dressed.