What's the worst that could happen?

A few weeks ago, I was hustling Anthony into bed, not wanting to miss his sleep window.  Taking jammies from the clean laundry pile in our living room (it's nearly a permanent feature), I realized once they were partway on that they were actually Jack's.

So I just kept putting them on.  I was committed.  What was the worst that could happen?

A night awakening alerted me to Anthony...both legs were in one pajama leg.  Oh, that's why you don't buy footie pajamas 3 sizes too big!