Alright, I admit it. From day-to-day, I never know who my son will be... Some days, he's Puss in Boots - with a sword, hat with long feather, and boots (of course). Other days, he's a pirate, saying 'yo matey'. He can also be 'Handy Manny', complete with a toolbox full of tools.
Well, yesterday, he said he wanted to wear his 'Winnie the Pooh' pyjammas. I didn't think he had any. I guess he does now. Just before Halloween I bought a Winnie the Pooh costume, thinking he would wear it trick or treating. (He decided to be Puss in Boots instead because that's the only costume he wore for weeks - EVERYWHERE). The outfit sat in the closet for months, and I started debating taking it to a second hand store. Last night, he discovered it, insisting he put it on. So, rather than having a son, I cuddled with Winnie the Pooh and his honey filled tummy.
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