Look at K, squatting on the coffee table. Not the miss-matched jammies...the body position. He sits in this precarious perch very frequently. Sometimes he is up on his tippy-toes in this same squatting position nearly at the edge of the table. He colors like this, does dot-to-dots like this, plays chess like this, and any number of family board games. He has done this for years, as long as he has been able to crawl up onto the coffee table and it continues to make Johan and I shake our heads and marvel at the flexibility of youth. He even sits on the bar stools at the kitchen counter like this. Core strength???
Now for the jammies. I wash them, and fold them. I put them in the closet matching pants wrapped around matching tops. How the red dogs ended up with the white baseballs is a mystery to me. I do have to love the fact that K cares not.
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