"Mom, are we going anywhere tonight?" I hear that question every day after school. I mean, right after school, while the bus is still pulling away from the drive. On the weekends, it's asked a little sooner, like as soon as W rolls out of bed.
If the answer to the above question is no (which it normally is), the transformation occurs. You see, W loves his comfy pants and slippers. He would wear them to school, Kroger, dates and his wedding if no one minded. Before Christmas, he was wearing ones that he'd long outgrown. Apparently, they're still "comfy" even if they're too short.
One day, W will be out on his own. Maybe he'll be a veterinarian, a firefighter, a chef or an executive (for the video game industry)....but whatever he chooses to do, I hope they have casual days.
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