Some things never change. My mom has a penchant for pulling little kids' pants up to their armpits. I don't know if this started because she bought our clothes all a size too big to allow for growth or what, but she claims that she does this because it makes her feel assured that "no air is getting in [between the pants and the shirt] so that the baby is nice and toasty." You can see how happy AJ is about this in the top photo. The bottom photo is of me, circa 1980, to prove that my mom has been doing this for three decades. I am smiling despite the huge fashion faux pas of armpit-high pink polyester pants, a sign that I had been desensitized by that point in my childhood to this embarrassment.
Some things never change. My mom has a penchant for pulling little kids' pants up to their armpits. I don't know if this started because she bought our clothes all a size too big to allow for growth or what, but she claims that she does this because it makes her feel assured that "no air is getting in [between the pants and the shirt] so that the baby is nice and toasty." You can see how happy AJ is about this in the top photo. The bottom photo is of me, circa 1980, to prove that my mom has been doing this for three decades. I am smiling despite the huge fashion faux pas of armpit-high pink polyester pants, a sign that I had been desensitized by that point in my childhood to this embarrassment. 
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I am laughing so hard my face hurts - and no one else is in the room. I feel sort of stupid. Good times.
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