I'm sitting on the bed right now and The Boy is singing his narration of everything he is doing. It is quite amusing.
It goes something like this.
"Underarmor stink. Underarmor stink."
"I really need a belt."
"You're writing about me right now aren't you..."
Love is thinking this is the most endearing thing in the world.
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