Once upon a time (last November), a generous queen (we now call her Gigi) purchased a cute gray and red sweater for a little baby-to-be, Lumpy. (She also purchased a sweater with a fur collar, but that's a different sweater's dream.)
The sweater (we'll call him, Stripey) rested in a closet and waited and waited and waited, dreaming of one day being worn by little Lumpy. Little Lumpy (aka Cash, Cub, Graby) was finally born in April. Stripey got excited, but was told by all the other clothes (mostly onesies) in the closet that he was TOO BIG and TOO HOT to wear in April. The sweater was a little sad.
Months and months went by and all the other clothes got picked except for Stripey (or at least it seemed that was to him). That was until one day when a cold front came through Texas and the sweater got picked.
The sweater (we'll call him, Stripey) rested in a closet and waited and waited and waited, dreaming of one day being worn by little Lumpy. Little Lumpy (aka Cash, Cub, Graby) was finally born in April. Stripey got excited, but was told by all the other clothes (mostly onesies) in the closet that he was TOO BIG and TOO HOT to wear in April. The sweater was a little sad.
Months and months went by and all the other clothes got picked except for Stripey (or at least it seemed that was to him). That was until one day when a cold front came through Texas and the sweater got picked.
He looks so grownup in that outfit.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Liz...he looks like a little man! What a cutie-patootie!
ReplyDeleteToo cute and yea for sweater weather!
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