Grant is such a Mama's boy, and so cuddly and affectionate! He very often comes to me and says something like, "I just love you so much! I have to get in that precious lap!" Then he elbows me in the spleen and squashes my liver with his 65 or so pounds while he gets situated. It's totally worth it.
But one of his 'romantic' little things is so bizarre. No matter what pajamas I happen to put on on a given night, he buries his face in them and breathes deeply and says how he just LOVES the way they smell. He's particularly fond of my owl jammies, and usually cuts a deal with Hope to ensure that he gets me for tuck-in on the nights when I'm wearing them. So strange!
I'm sure all my clothes smell the same, but there's something about those owl jammies!
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