My Sammy never has been one for details especially when it comes to dressing. Most days he goes "commando" because it takes too much time and effort to pull on the whitey tidies. Besides that, underwear "squeezes him." Zippers are often left undone and he usually skips over at least one button on his shirt. No matter what though, I always make a big deal when my handsome Sampson enters the room.
Sundays are particularly entertaining. It nearly kills him, but he always wears a button-up shirt, a belt, and even a tie to church. Last week he presented himself to me with his shirt half-tucked in, buttons crooked, belt buckle backwards, and tie, well the picture explains that one. As always, I exclaimed, "Sam, you look so handsome."
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