Tonight Mr. A and I were snuggling in his bed reading Madeleine in London as his bedtime story. We're almost done with it when he pops up from his bed, begins to walk toward his chest of drawers and announces, "Mommy, I need new jammies. These (pointing to the freshly-laundered ones he was wearing) stink."
Me: "But Mr. A, those jammies were just washed."
Mr. A: "No, Mommy. They stink."
Well, alrighty then. And so my wish for you this holiday season: May your jammies not stink either. Mr. A's certainly don't.
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SHUT UP!!! you have 2 babies now? are you kidding me. Where have i been your families whole life? I miss you terribly! how are you???
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