How can I call myself a grown-up if I don't have grown-up pajamas? Last Christmas (I gave you my heart) I got the most delightful present: Big kid pajamas. They’re blue, they button-up in the front, and they remind me of Mike Brady. Nutshell: They’re fabulous. My brother calls them my granny pajamas, because my grandma always wears silky button-ups, but I’m convinced they’re awesome. Something about them make me feel so...adult.