Sometimes love is a hemmed pair of pants the night before a cold school morning. William doesn't ask for much (or maybe he does, but I can't hear him above the noise created by his sisters) but he doesn't like to wear pants. He much prefers shorts. But tomorrow is going to be 20 degrees in the morning, so the boy must wear pants. It is the least I can do for my little 9 year old man.
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