Let me start by saying that, no, he wasn't in his winter coat the entire 4 hour drive to Thanksgiving dinner. We had a really good start on dry roads and got most of the hours in before we gave up looking for a Wendy's and settled on McDonald's for lunch.
When we got back in, stuffed with fries and nuggets and milkshakes and burgers, Damon found my jewelry in my bag's side pocket. I was hearing small jingling sounds and turned around to find him almost asleep, fingering the bracelet on his right wrist and my necklace that he'd wound around his left wrist. He then conked out, all gussied up and stuck in the carseat. This kid cracks me up every day.
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