Cute is in the eye of the beholder

The babies made their debut appearance at a church related event on Saturday.

Yeah, I know, we've been home a month.

We've also been sick.

And Paul has worked a couple of Sundays.

And our church is trying to be a mega church in a mini building, so there's no possibility of getting the double stroller through the packed halls.  Seriously.  

At any rate, I thought I should dress them up a bit for the occasion.

Adorable matching smocked outfits, right?

Look at them.  *I* see a girl and a boy.  

However, when I brought Mr Luke downstairs, Paul asked me what on earth he was wearing, and Sam asked me why he had a dress on only moments later.

Hmph.  What do they know?

It's a bubble, not a dress!

THIS is a dress!

So we get there.  And we're meeting people.  And we get the dreaded, "How old is she?"  And they're talking about Luke.  

Sigh.  

It wouldn't have been so bad if Paul hadn't gloated a bit.  

Anyone want to buy a really darling smocked bubble in size 18 months, worn only once?

  Spare a click for us?  Thank you!