Carter was helping me with the laundry today. We were sorting whites. He LOVES his burp cloths. He doesn't care if I'm wiping his nose - as long as it is with one of these. He will stop crying when he sees one coming - no matter the reason.
So, I was mating socks and explaining to Carter that when two socks are married they like to cozy up to each other in the drawer. I showed him how they go. David interrupted me to say that our socks cannot be married the way I "mate" them because I am putting two boy socks together and two girl socks together. If they were truly to be married, I would need to put one of mine with one of his - and that just would not be convenient. Therefore, our socks were not married. We determined that they are in domestic partnerships. So there you have it: in our house, our socks are living in domestic partnerships for our convenience.
He thinks something is super funny in this picture:
He left it on until I took it off. He is so funny.
Only you would think of this! I love it.
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