It’s taken ten year but GO now wears pjs/grubby bums. For years he’d just sit around like the dad in the Goldbergs just in his undercrackers. Now he has a selection of lounger wear that he pulls on. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy when he’s wearing them because it means he is home and won’t be leaving anytime soon. It’s the little things.
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