Onesie misery

Onesie wedgie.

He's wanted one for ages. last year we searched for one onesie for him but they seemed to sell out as we approached the shops.

Yesterday, an impromtu sleepover arrangement made whilst uptown, resulted in us buying one of these, along with a pants and socks from that huge cheapo shop on Princes st. He was delighted and put it on as soon as he arrived at his cousin's. She put on hers and they pranced around the garden like rather large onesie fairies.

The onesie HAD to washed today due last night's garden prancing.
The washing resulted in slight shrinkage.
This in turn resulted in boy getting constant wedgies.
Which resulted in a grumpy boy who refused to change out of his beloved onesie.

This is the face of onesie misery.