Tumbling late out of bed at the start of a crazy day, I grabbed yesterday’s sweater off the bathroom floor, relieved that it fell to mid-thigh and that I could dispense with the hunt for additional clothing before I made Li’l A’s breakfast.
Halfway through his porridge, he asks if I could please grab him a pair of pants for school out of the dryer. “Then,” he says, (small smirk), “I’ll find you some pants so you can take me to school.”
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