Went to get the kids' picture with Santa two Saturdays ago. It was just gonna be the kids, so we got them dressed up nice, while the wife and I were in casual gear, wife hadn't done her hair and makeup, etc.
So, the 3-month old does great, grinning at Santa and smiling big, because she's 3 months old... that's what she does. The 2yo was happy and excited to see Santa, kept trying to cut in line and peek around the other families, stuff like that.
That is, until we finally get up there. While the 3mo is doing great in Santa's arms, the 2yo decides that the situation is kind of weird, and refuses to sit with Santa or in the chair next to him. I try to scoot him towards the chair, he does the instinctual defense of every toddler and goes completely limp.
The compromise ended up being that my wife and I would be in the picture, me holding the 2yo, and it was a group photo.
Afterwards, my wife was PISSED. She said "you look fine in your jeans and hoodie, I look like shit without my makeup and hair done" (spoiler alert: she does not look like shit. I outkicked my coverage).
She then informs me that we will retry pictures next week, and that "we will all dress up nice this time." Direct quote that I remember word-for-word.
So, last Saturday, I get up, get the 2yo dressed in his Christmas tshirt with some jeans and boots, put on my own nice jeans, boots, and then grab one of my decent flannel button-ups.
My wife is upstairs getting the baby ready, then comes down and sees me buttoning up my shirt.
WIFE: What are you wearing?
ME: One of my flannels? It's green, I thought it was nice and Christmas-y.
WIFE: Why are you trying to look nicer than everyone again?
ME: You said we were ALL going to dress up nice this time.
WIFE: ...
ME: ...
WIFE: I meant that I was going to do my hair and makeup this time. You looked fine last week. [huffs and puffs] Now I have to go change my shirt [rolls eyes].
ME: [rage burns internally]