Michael and his 8th grade band compadres looked way too old at their concert last week. And while out shopping recently, we realized Michael can fit into men's size small. My 'lil baby, all grown up and wearing men's clothes. And he's more and more particular about what he'll wear, of course. He also complains about his 6th grade sister yelling "Hi Michael!" in the hallways at school every time they cross paths. Awkwaaard. 6th graders are lame-o, and heaven forbid you're related to one of those peons.
Anyhoo, Thanksgiving's around the corner. Have a good one! I'm thankful for all sorts of poetic and sublime things, like Cold Stone Creamery's cake batter ice cream and Cinnamon Fire Jolly Ranchers. And turkeys just taste fantastic. And pumpkin pie. Ahhh.
2 comments:
So you decided to not mention the new footie PJ's he got? Oops.
By the way, I really enjoyed your post about okra. It was very insightful. Especially the part about okra.
None of the footie PJ pics turned out. And hey, I hardly need any more spambot comments about okra!
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