Where's Waldo?

It's probably one of those things where you had to be there to think this is funny.

We invited a good friend over for dinner. While waiting for dinner to get ready, he took Christina, Amy, and Lani outside to play in the snow. Great fun, except the girls had snow clothes on and he didn't, so his clothes got a little wet. 

I offered some of Keith's clothes while we put his clothes in the dryer. I gave him a choice of Keith's red sweats or jeans. He chose the red sweats. I gave him the choice of a dark blue long sleeved T-shirt or a striped Rugby shirt. He chose the Rugby shirt.

I just want to make sure it's clear we did not force him to wear these clothes.

Christina took one look and said, "Where's Waldo?"

The comments flew fast and furious:
      "You're a candy cane."
      "An escaped convict from the North Pole."
      "A tall elf."
      "Big Mike from The Blind Side."

When Kiah got home from work we waited to see her reaction.

She stopped in her tracks and said, "Oh my goodness."

I said, "We got him a new outfit for his birthday."

Kiah looked at me incredulously, "You've got to be kidding." Which considering her shirt was a little like the pot calling the kettle black.

When Erica and Anna came home we elected to wait and see what they would say.

Erica smirked and said, "Where's Waldo?"

I lied explained that we had given him the outfit for his birthday. To which she could think of nothing more intelligent than, "Wow."

It's hard to keep a straight face when someone looks like a barber pole. 

Things disintegrated from there.

They pretended to be kids listening to Amy read a Christmas story. 

Lani tried taking a self-portrait, forgot that red eye flashes twice, and temporarily blinded herself. 

Erica and Anna modeled their new socks

The girls get a kick out of how big "Waldo's" feet are.  He maintains guys have to check their ego at our door when they come over because my girls will rip it to shreds. 

Erica tried on Waldo's boots and was amazed at how big and heavy they are. 

After a rousing game of Dutch Blitz he changed back into his regular clothes and went home. Erica, not realizing we had been teasing her, asked why he didn't take the clothes we had given him for his birthday home with him. 

The moral of the story is to always keep a spare change of clothes in your car or pick your friends more carefully.  I mean, what kind of people dress their friends up like a candy cane and then blog about it?