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Cozy Warm

Brainy Boy is such a grown-up guy that he rarely lets his little boyness show through. I love it when I see glimpses of his kidhood shining bright. One of the gifts that Brainy Boy received at Christmas time is proving to be a favorite. Grandpa bought him a pair of ear warmers but our outside weather didn't cooperate for using them until recently. In the meantime, Brainy Boy found a much better use for the soft fuzziness. He has been taking his shower in the evenings, putting on the ear warmers and then wearing them all night long, even while sleeping! He us assures that he can hear just fine with them on and he doesn't take them off until he gets up in the mornings. He won't wear them to school during recess because he is afraid he'll lose them.

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PandaMom said…
I love my ear warmers, too! Only, I call them ear "muffs". PandaGirl calls them ear "muffins"...too cute, these kiddos!
Unknown said…
Aw, he looks so peaceful and comfy.
Mary Ellen said…
Hey, can I borrow those? Maybe they would drown out a certain someone's snoring!!!!!
That's so very sweet! I always wanted a pair of those when I was small. Why there's a thought. Perhaps I could buy some for myself now:-)

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