I am floored that people still send gifts when you are on your 5th kid. At the most, I would expect an email or maybe a coffee. And not even a latte. Like a regular coffee. From a gas station.
But for some unexplainable reason, we have received a lot of adorable gifts like this from my sister and brother-in-law…
The onesie. Not the baby.
But I guess the onesie has gotten a bit small because this weekend Rick said, “Why are you subjecting our son to a constant wedgy?
Nonsense, I thought. It still fits!
Okay, Cash deserves better. That ain’t right.