Eli has a pair of old school PJs. You know the type. They were your favorites as a kid. That warm, soft fuzzy material, zips up the front and has feet in it. It is the classical-kid-in-front-of-the-Christmas-tree outfit. So last night Eli decided the debut the jams. I tried to talk him out of them for about two hours (what can I say, I am persistent) knowing that he would be smoking hot - it isn't THAT cold yet. To no avail, he wanted to sleep in the "wondaful jamas" as he calls it.
So this morning he is in bed, naked. Yep naked. And the first thing he says when I walk in the room? Mommy - those jamas were SO HOT.
The first of a million told you sos......
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