I don’t wear skirts often, but Monday’s triple-digit high temperature prompted me to pull one out of the back of the closet. Right after I put on a twirly, pink, flowery skirt, ruffled white tank and pink cardigan, Jack came bopping into our room. He stopped, looked at me and said, “Oh, you’re so cute.” As if that weren’t sweet enough, he grabbed the hem of my skirt and said, “You’re a princess. Mommy, you’re a princess.” Such a little thing, but I felt like a million bucks. I love my super sweet boy. He then pretended to shoot me, handed me a gun, and we had a shootout. He may be sweet but he is such a boy!
Posted by: mccordalliance | June 27, 2012
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