You’re Not Wearing That To Bed

Last night I stood next to the bed wearing a giant XXL t-shirt with an enormous picture of a smiling Barack Obama and the words Commander in Chief.
“You’re not wearing that to bed,” Alex said.
I laughed “Why?”
“What if I roll over in the middle of the night and open my eyes. I’ll be staring into his teeth.”
Ok, I get it. That would be kind of disturbing maybe a little creepy. It’s not that Alex doesn’t like the President. He would be freaked out if he work up starring into the eyes of Arnold Schwarzenegger or Nicholas Cage.
So I changed into a Razorback t-shirt, because waking up and looking at a slobbering pig is so much better.