Sometimes I forget to do the laundry. Sometimes I procrastinate doing the laundry, and other times I flat out refuse to do the laundry. Either way, it never ends well for Lincoln. With no clean pajamas, he is forced to wear my shirt to bed as a replacement. 
Poor little guy, I have one too many blackmail photos to use when he turns all teenager on me.
I can already imagine what his future ex-girlfriend has to say, “You painted your toenails AND wore your mom’s clothes?”
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Unless he turns out gay. Then everyone will look at his pictures and say, "we should have known all along." ;)
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