This morning Ry picked out his outfit and he looked like the definition of a rugged little boy. Holes in the jeans...hooded sweatshirt...shirt untucked...worn down shoes. I felt like he should have gone outside with his friends to make mud pies and dig for worms.
All morning he was doing exactly what I asked. He kept saying "Mommy...you're tellin' and I'm listenin'." I have no idea what inspired this case of obedience, but I'll take it!
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