What's wrong with this picture?

I had to take my husband to the airport at five this morning, so I stumbled into a pair of pants, some shoes, and put my hoodie on. I gathered up the boy, tried to feed him and then it was time to go. I went outside and waited for my husband at the bottom of the steps, where I noticed something....askew. I asked him as he was locking the house, "What's wrong with this picture?" He looked around, eyes barely focused. They eventually landed on me, where I was standing with my hoodie unzipped and my bra flapping in the wind.

Another fine morning in the neighborhood.