I’ve always hated shorts. Unless I was going for a run or at the gym I wouldn’t be caught dead in them. I prefer wearing skirts or dresses on hot summer days, but they’re not a very practical choice now when I’m out running errands with Kate. Call me crazy, but I’m not exactly interested in giving the guy next to me a free show as I bend over to strap Kate into her carseat, or her stroller, or to pick up the 374 things she chucks from the shopping cart.
So now here I am…reluctantly embracing shorts and not a gym in sight.