This weekend, I walked the dogs in my llama pajama pants, which is one of my new favorite activities. I used to change into more presentable pants to save face in front of the cars that might pass by as I walked, but that chapter of my life has closed. And, BOY, is it a relief to let that concern go.

On Saturday, as I walked, the mail lady stopped at a mailbox next to me.

“Good morning! Or afternoon,” I said.

“It’s morning,” she responded. “Not even noon.”

“Nice!”

“I wish I was still in my pajamas,” she said.

“You could be in pajama pants,” I told her. “I can’t see what’s going on inside that truck.”

“You make a good point,” she said, smirking.

“Just think about it!” I said as she drove off.

Lately I’ve been asking myself why we do the things we do.

For example, who decided the following things?

• Which foods are for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
• That it’s rude to burp in public
• Why kids’ clothes come in fun patterns while adults get boring colors
• Which words are profanity
• That adult shoes should be laced, not Velcroed

How do you go against the norm?