Jeans make me weepy

Yesterday, as the kids and I were getting ready to go to the playground, I thought I would poke my head outside to see how hot it was. I was shocked to feel a COOL breeze. Almost NIPPY, I tell ya. (Durham, we can be friends again. Humidity is doable when it's only 70 degrees outside. Hallelujah!)

Park was stoked because he got to wear his new super cool jeans. My heart dropped when I saw him wearing them. How can he look two years older just by putting on a pair of jeans!?

Last night I held him in bed and asked him to stop growing. He told me he had to grow up so that he can be a cowboy, but not a cowboy that marries girls. Just a cowboy that doesn't marry girls.

Tomorrow he will be wearing shorts.