What Would You Have Done?

(Updated Thursday, 6/15...scroll to bottom of post for Part Deux)

I don't think I ask for a lot from the Husband. I really don't.

I ask that he puts the toliet seat down so that if I have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, I won't fall into the toliet.

I ask that he helps me remember to keep hand towels in our bathroom, and that further, he picks up his boxer shorts after he showers so that we don't repeat the embarrasment of having a guest stoop down to the floor to pick up what they think is a towel, only to find out they are about to wipe their face with Husband's dirty shorts.

I ask that when I say to him, for the first time ever, "Honey, do you want to read one of my blog posts?", that he at least feigns interest rather than merely skimming it quickly and then saying, "Is THIS what you do all day?"

And finally, I ask that when I call him at home on his day off and ask him to bring Little Guy to my office so that I can introduce him to my co-workers, that he will dress our babe in attire fitting the occasion.

I expect this because I have clearly specified the type of outfit that I want Little Guy to wear--an outfit appropriately cute and fairly conservative....something fitting for a visit to a government office where he will meet his mother's co-workers for the first time ever and charm them with his dimples and chin rolls. I expect he will be wearing a plaid romper with a color-coordinated onesie underneath or maybe denim shortalls layered with a Baby Gap tee, or perhaps even his striped seersucker. I expect this because these are the outfits that I have offered as examples of how he should come dressed.

However, this is what he arrived wearing.

If you're wondering, that is the Virgin Mary on the front of his shirt. This is a Mexican outfit that my brother bought for my son on Olvera Street. It's a great outfit. A beautiful outfit. An outfit that shows off Little Guy's Mexican and religious heritage all at once! But not at all what I had pictured Little Guy wearing when I walked him through cubicleland to meet my co-workers. Call me a conformist, but I just wanted him to show up in a frickin plaid jumper with a pair of Robeez on, damnit!

So I ask you. What would you have done in this situation?

a) Tell Husband to take Little Guy home, change him into his plaid jumper, and bring him back to the office.

b) Take Little Guy through cubicleland with the Virgin Mary outfit on. Screw anyone who tries to make fun of him!

c) Kick Husband's ass.

d) A & C

e) Other (please describe)

You tell me what you would have done, and then I'll tell you what I did.

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Edited to add: OK, so this is what happened...

When I saw what Little Guy was wearing, I was pretty peeved. The extent of my irritation almost made me implement Choice "A." However, I knew we didn't have time for that, which made me even MORE peeved. So peeved, in fact, that I immediately began implementing Choice "C".

But before I could get a really good kick in, Husband pulled a back-up outfit out of the diaper bag. Apparently, he knew I might get be reluctant to show Little Guy off in the Virgin Mary outfit...(again, great outfit, but wrong occasion)...so he packed away another outfit just in case.

I felt just a wee bit bad as I changed Little Guy into the cookie-cutter prepster jumper, but that's what I did.

The way I figure it: Little Guy is due for a visit to Husband's office real soon. And I have just the outfit for him to wear...