Six weeks ago I somehow lost Carson's pants. They were his only pair of jeans and he wore them mostly every day so I looked e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e for them. Nothing. But every since they have been haunting me. I finally gave up and got 2 more pairs but my mind would still try figure out where the pants could have gone.
To make matters worse, everytime I put either of his new pairs on him he would spill on them, or his diaper would leak - almost instantly - and I'd have no pants again. (I still can't let myself only wash a couple things...)
But today I found them. The lost pants. In the closet with the towels.
And even though I'm pretty sure he's grown out of them now, he will wear them. Just to prove a point. Which point, I do not know.
1 comment:
And he looked so cute in them!
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