Every morning when we get to school, I shrink myself down;) and put myself in Philly's pocket.
So...if he feels like he misses me,
instead of sitting in his seat crying
(which has happened on quite a few occasions this year),
he just needs to stick his hand in his pocket.
Give mom a big hug...
My mom use to put herself in our ears.
I remember that always made me smile...
Since my kiddos have the waxiest ears EVAH,
I decided the pocket was the place for me.
I love my Philly.
He turned 7 this week...
Told me he wanted 6 peanut butter-and-jelly sandwiches for his birthday dessert:).
(I made him PB&J bread pudding.)
He still calls me "my girl."
And promised me the other night, that he would always love me most...above all other girls in the world:).
I will hold him to that.
So beware future girlfriend(s).
You have yet to meet your match!