This cute boy here is just like his daddy.
He is hard on clothes. In the last week, Henry has *accidentally* destroyed three of his four pair of pants.
He can't help it.
I am SO glad that it is almost summer, and therefore, we can just go to shorts. Shorts don't have knees, you see, so they can't possibly wear out IN THE KNEES.
And for cold, wet mornings like today, I suppose the patched pants will simply have to do until fall when I upgrade my sweet crazy boy from size 6 slim to size 7 slim. Goodness. He never even gets the chance to outgrow them before he destroys them.
Which means there are NO hand me down pants for Spencer. It's all good. I planted a money tree last year, which I planned to use for food and clothes, so we're good.