When WCK and I got home from gymnastics today, there was a package from my parents waiting on our porch. Usually I like to save opening of packages until after naptime, because of the intense excitement that's always involved, but WCK had already spotted the package. After about two minutes of nonstop "What's in there, Mommy? What's in there, Mommy? What's in there, Mommy?" I caved in. Inside was a beautiful new Easter book for WCK and a pair of coordinating t-shirts for both of us.
My t-shirt says, "me."
WCK's t-shirt says, "mini-me."