I don't give a shit if people are bored of pictures of the boy. I think he is a marvel.
I have even less to say today than I did yesterday, though yesterday's post seemed to have pleased a handful of people.
Interacting with the boy results in lots of funny anecdotes.
I'll leave you with another:
His mother and I were helping her mother unload some stuff at a storage unit. There were boxes and boxes of clothes, some of which Rachel was trying on. There were dresses, white leather cowboy boots with a star on each them, gowns, fur coats.
At one point my ex-best half tried on a fur coat.
The boy was quite impressed...
You look so beautiful. A little furry.
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