I'm a self-admitted, style-challenged individual and could probably deserve a citation by the Fashion Police on any given day. But there are apparently some lines even I won't cross, and that must include approving of a mismatched ensemble. One evening, Griffin emerged from his room wearing a green pajama top with monkeys and bananas, and blue shorts with fire trucks and dalmations. When Cherise commented on it, Griffin told her he was "trying to freak Mom out." He admitted on a later date when I asked him to don the same outfit so I could take a picture that he much preferred to wear the matching set "because it looks gooder."On a unrelated strain, here is another comment on the weather. Today Makenna announced in her high-volumed voice, "It's so hot that my armpits are crying!"
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My armpits cry a lot every day, Makenna! Riding my bike must make them very sad.
Every time I look at your blog, Griffin seems to be growing.
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