Here's a story about Jonathan. I'm only posting it because he's received a lot of sympathy recently due to the extraction of his wisdom teeth this morning. But he's good with four less teeth because Jonathan is a MINIMALIST. Less is best. Why have extra teeth when four less will do?
But I'm learning to look at the bright side. At least he came home with SOME clothes because ONCE UPON A TIME he didn't ...
Last weekend Jonathan came home for my birthday. He arrived Saturday before lunchtime and had plans to leave Sunday after lunch. (See what he did there? Impeccable meal timing.)
When he first walked in the door we chatted for a few minutes, after which I told him to go get his stuff out of the car.
"I don't have anything." he responded.
I stopped dead in my tracks. He was holding his phone, keys, and wallet. Nothing else.
"What are you wearing later?" I inquired.
"This," he said, gesturing to the clothes on his back.
"What are you going to wear to church tonight?" I wanted to know.
"This," he said, again with the gesture.
"Tomorrow?" I asked, knowing that the odds were not in my favor.
He didn't even respond. He just grinned.
And I was like ...