I've been cleaning out the kids' rooms this past week; purging and reorganizing.
I have piles of trash, piles of donations and piles of things to store.
We had some friends over one evening and they have a 2 year old little boy.
I gave them a box of toys asked her what size her son was wearing...I had a pile of Bubby's clothes that were too small and new most of his summer t-shirts would be joining that pile. I even shared with her how he's only worn some of the shirts a couple of times and I was sad they wouldn't get more use. She answered my questions, but seemed a little hesitant. In my snotty head, I was thinking that perhaps my hand-me-downs were not cute enough.
It took 2 days for it to dawn on my why she was giving me a strange reaction.
I have a little boy.
Oh my Charlie. My poor 3rd child. There's a reason God made him so loud...so I don't forget him!