Duane and I asked Wesley to remove his shirt before eating dinner. Yes, I know that is kind of backwards of what is considered polite, but we had pizza for dinner and lately Wesley doesn't seem capable of eating without ending up with a fair amount of food on his clothes.
After dinner, Wesley looked down at his bare little boy chest and said, "You know, I should not wear a shirt more often!" Guess he liked what he saw.
But the part that left me speechless was after dinner. I was in the kitchen and Wesley the shirtless passed me to head up stairs - and he gave me a swat on the rear end as he passed!!!
Seriously!? What was that!?!?!
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