Wesley woke up as a 5 year old today and not quite immediately, asked for his presents. From us, he got a Wolverine costume with the razor hands (he seemed a little disappointed that they were plastic, dull, and non-retractable—sorry, kid, you’re not really Wolverine). He ran around wearing his new costume until it was time to go to church. I asked where Wesley had gone and Piper said he went upstairs to put on his birthday suit. Boy, did I wait in anticipation for this one!
All that nice stuff doesn’t slow this guy down.
Thanks, Gramma, for the nice sweater and good laugh!