this morning, i sat with clay on the floor of his room and he showed me the letter and keychain he'd gotten from donating twenty dollars to a martin luther king jr. foundation. they couldn't read his writing, i guess, because they addressed the letter to "clax," which is way hysterical. i cannot believe how old he looks. i think it's safe to say that i have to stop treating him like a baby.
also, he looked at me at said, "you have serious bags under your eyes," and that's always an adorable thing to have your little brother say to you. i then went on to explain that i'd gone to bed at 4 am last night and that i was going to look gorgeous for our thanksgiving dinner and that he was going to regret ever saying such a terrible thing to his most beautiful of siblings.
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