You think I would have learned my mistake in Paris when I only brought one pair of trousers with me; at least in that case, those ones were black.
To Spain, I only brought a white pair of trousers. My only explanation is that I was caught up in the excitement of being able to wear them again! Clearly the last time they were worn was well before Daniel was born, and I had not considered the infinite opportunities there are for spills with a baby. I also never realized how much time I spend on the floor.
Luckily I brought summer dresses along with me and spent most of the trip in those. On the last day my trousers got hit with spaghetti. The Tide pen was in invaluable once again and I will retire the white trousers to date nights for the next few years.
What was your worst clothing decision with babies?