So Jack is just always trying to help. In his own way, of course. He loves the vacuum cleaner, always has. The mop, the cleaners, dusters, etc. he loves them. So yesterday after dinner he had to be stripped down, as usual, since he is a mess. And I was in the middle of doing about ten other things at the same time. So getting clothes back on Jack was somewhere in the mix of "things to do". But Danny and I look over and see him "cleaning" the kitchen floor just as happy as can be. Singing to himself with a big ole smile on his face...and this is what we see.
All I could see in my head was an old man in boxers and socks and his tummy!
What? I wasn't singing!
I'm just a big boy!
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He's sooo cute!
The more I was thinking about it the more I realized I was thinking about Grand daddy in his boxers. Or should I say that it reminded me of that. And I think that is why I found it so funny! But he is too cut! I hope he loves his cheeks as much as I do!
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