It's spring cleaning day over here in Hagen. All our windows are open, the music was blaring and the sun is shining. Life is good. I am a hot mess though; no shower yet as I am about to hop in and clean the tub in the process. I just threw on the first outfit I put my hands on and laced up my tennis shoes in an attempt to appease my back.
As John and I sat down on the sectional to take a lunch break earlier I noticed a cute grin break out across John's face.
John: "I like it when you wear tight shirts."
Me: (Trying not to laugh!) "Why?"
John: "Because I can see baby better."