It's all a matter of perspective.
Friday, August 23, 2002
I got out of bed this morning and as usual, as soon as my feet hit the floor, I heard Wylie calling to me from the other room. I opened the door and he said, "I'm told, Dadoe. I need a shirt. I'm told!" As I got closer to the bed I could see that he had removed every stitch of pajamas that he had had on the night before, including his diaper.
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