How can it get better, as a mommy, than your son wanting to be you for Halloween?
Yesterday we found my old soccer jersey, with my first initial and maiden name (also B's middle name) on it, from when I was a kid. B was all set to be a 49er for his Halloween parade this morning, but when we found it he insisted he no longer wanted to be a 49er. He wanted to be "Soccer player Mommy". And I wanted to freeze time. Right here.
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