Summer, Day 46

On this ordinary sort of summer afternoon in the heat of mid-July, I noticed that both my sons had attired themselves without my assistance.

Big Brother: boxer briefs, unzipped fleece-lined hoodie.

Little Brother: underwear, red super hero cape, Darth Vader mask.

No apologies. No shame. Little Brother leafed through a book by the window in his cocoa bean skin and undies while I purchased a power toothbrush for Big Brother on Amazon.

“I lub baseball, Mom. I lub it! I lub it baseball.”