as we were relaxing in the cool AC tonite, my handsome three year old came waltzing down the steps in dress slacks holding his shirt and tie only by his fingertip as it was draped over his shoulder, right out of the GQ magazine. I looked at my dh and he looked at me and we busted out laughing.
"What?" he said when we had regained our composure. "I am getting ready for church."
If I wasn't fat and tired, I could have jumped up and snapped a photo, but I didn't.
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