Miss L had brought her lawn chairs (and dog food) to the front porch along with a blanket to wrap up in - for warmth. Of course, putting clothes on never occurred to her as an option. Nope, first day of summer was going to be spent in her jammies.
She had created some sort of contraption using Daisy, and a make shift leash, to open the front storm door.
Leave her alone for an hour....I mean minute.....
I turned to see Mr. B just watching his sister. He is the child more inclined to watch someone work than to work himself. But something was different.....this wasn't the shirt he had on earlier.
Apparently Mr. B had found something he liked during my closet cleaning expedition. A fuzzy pink sweater. I asked him why he was wearing my sweater and he said "because it is nice and cozy."
Although I was inclined to put this sweater in the "sale" pile, something tells me that it might still get some wear.
Normal? What is that?