Where's the Flood?

Grandpa Randall sent some money to the boys for Christmas and before I could sock it away for the ice-skating, swimming, guitar lessons I plan to sign Sam up after the first of the year (living vicariously through my children perhaps?), I'd spent it on clothes for the boys. Sam needed pants because his 3T waist hasn't caught up with his 4T legs. But when you shop at Old Navy like I do and can get 100 items for $100 it's tempting to go overboard.

Short story long, Sam wanted to wear his new jeans and shirt today. When I came downstairs ready for work, he said "Mama, you're beautiful." (He says 'bootyful,' which I love more than the compliment itself.) "You buy me big, giant clothes."