The other day I was getting the kids out of the tub when I told them I was going to run out and water the garden while they got pajamas on. Daxton wanted to come with me so I told him he could after he had something on. I headed out the door and into the back to water the garden, and the moment I turned on the hose I could tell the kids were in the back with me already. The second my eyes caught a glimpse on this second-born child I erupted into laughter. He had pulled his pajama shirt around his bum and called it good. I couldn't be mad. After all, he did put something on, right?
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