When he put on these new jeans he exclaimed
Pockets!
and proceeded to saunter around the house
with one hand in his pocket
(and the other hand holding a dvd)
I think he likes pockets because of what they may hold.
witness one of our recent conversations
“gummies, mom.” he asked (stated)
“I don’t have any gummies.” was my honest reply
never easily deterred, he tried again
“gummies. you pocket. silly.” with that crooked grin that is so endearing
the one that made me wish
there were indeed gummies in my pocket
right alongside everything else he may ever want.
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