Austin got some fleece sleep pants for Christmas. He was in the kitchen when I noticed them. I went over and put my hands all over them. Austin turns, eyes large and puppy-dog-like. His mouth drooped into a frown.
Austin: I can almost wear them. They're almost fuzzy and I almost can't stand it.
Me: They're not fuzzy. They're soft.
Austin: Yes, but they're almost fuzzy and it's almost too much. I almost hate it. But you know.
Me: Yeah, you're a guy and you have to make things worse than they are.
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