I was in AJ's room, putting clean linen on the bed. He comes in fresh from his shower and pulls out clothes to put on for bed. A ratty old t-shirt of mine and a pair of incredibly baggy boxer shorts he snagged from Grandpa.
He puts them on, then admires himself in the mirror. He turns and asks me, "How do I look?"
"Comfortable." I reply.
He rolls his eyes at me, "No, Mom. Perfect."
Really too bad about his low self-esteem.
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Couldn't email you from home this morning! Keyboard is out. Anyway - love this one - and he is just perfect! Good that he knows that!
Tamara
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