Snippet of our Life

Dear Son,

Thank you for being a boy. Because it means I can pick yesterday's crusty cheerios off yesterday's comfy camo pants, and you can wear them again today.

And not only will you not care, but strangers in the store will never notice your crusty pants or your drool-stained shirt - because they think you're so cute. And if they do notice, they just dismiss it. Because you are a boy.

Thank you for making my life easier today.

Love,

Mama.