"What the Hell?"

I have a really bad habit of using the word "hell" in pretty much any sentence. (Let me preface: I do not use big swear words. "F", "S", "D," nor do I use the word "hell" towards my kids. It is in general conversation.) For example:

"What the hell is that about?"

"Where the hell are my keys."

"That is dumb as hell."

You get the point. So I picked up the kids from the sitter the other day and she told me NyCee was playing with a stuffed pony and exclaimed, "What the hell?" I busted out laughing because I would totally say that.

So keeping in the theme of this post, I told NyCee to get pjs out of the drawer and put them on her body. I went downstairs to finish dinner. NyCee came down the stairs exclaiming that she followed my instructions. I turned around and saw this:


What the hell is she wearing? My child knows how to match her pjs. All I could do was shake my head and laugh.