And all I can think at lunch is:
That’s my sweater.
Sheepish grin. We’ve been here before.
“You never wear it.”
It’s never in my closet!
“Yes it is. That’s where I found it.”
Happy Birthday, Kate – Bait. Stay out of my closet and you can have this one sweater. And the Voyager phone. And the ski trip. And whatever else you can con us out of.
I loveth you.