Pretty Patrick

Today is laundry day. Never Patrick's favorite day because his favorite clothes are being washed.

This morning he needed a pair of his "pretty paints". By some miracle I found a clean pair in his drawer. A few minutes later I went into his room and he was on his bed whining. Why? Because he couldn't find "a beautiful shirt" in his closet. I looked and was able to find this shirt, a duplicate of his currant favorite.

I feel so lucky to have avoided a major melt down first thing in the morning and to have such a pretty and beautiful son!!