the sleppys

When you need your blue shorts and your red shirt, you always ask me, and I give you the answer, “I washed them. They are in the dryer.” And you and I walk over to the dryer and fish out your blue shorts and red shirt. A few days ago, I was pulling clothes out of the dryer and found your blue socks, the ones that are your iron boots to help you on your quest to save the Princess, dirty and wadded. I surely did not put dirty blue socks in the dryer with clean clothes.

My mom bought some sweaters for you and Ty and a dress for Taylor. Yours looks like chain mail, in a pretend sort of way. You pull up the hood, climb on the arm of the couch your horse, and wave your sword toward the bad guys who are hindering you on your quest.

You kiss me out of the blue, telling me, “Mommy, I like you.” Smiling and sweet.

Heaven knows what’s going on in your mind. Whatever it is, don’t let it die.

Love,
Mommy

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