If only we knew someone who lived in Florida that would let Zach come live with them in their retirement community. While this is not the first time he has looked like a little old man, living up his golden years, this is the first time it was his fault. Now granted the pants and shirt are all me (and for sleeping, not fishing or shuffleboard) but after the bath he insisted on putting on his hat and shoes. He was none to pleased that I refused to put on my hat inside the house as well. At least I know he is getting prepared for his future. Though I am not sure he is aware that he is actually going to have to work before he can retire.
I am not going to be the one to tell him.