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pick up your clothes

I was sitting with my knees on the chair and my elbows on the computer, surfing the net. Cole walks in and gets on the chair with me. He points to my big ol’ booty sticking out in the air and says “Mommy, pick up your clothes” and he pulls my jeans up. Will and I look at each other and Cole is irked that my jeans are still low and he says again, “Pick up your clothes”, he pulls my shirt down to cover my back (aka possible crack) and says “Good boy Mommy.”

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