After MOPS
He and I spent the morning at MOPS. We walked in the door to our house and I unzipped his winter coat and walked to the garage to hang it up. When I turned around, there was the little brother clad in the big brother’s underwear, and stinking thrilled with himself. He had the best time bopping on the trampoline with underwear on his head until his lunch was ready. He laughed and laughed and pointed at his head and laughed some more.
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One Comment
Robin
I think both you and your brother did the same thing with Dad’s underwear. I don’t know what it is but little kids love putting it on their heads, and think its so funny. This kid is such a blessing to all of us, we love him to pieces.