It’s his own fault L is tie-obsessed. I certainly don’t wear one almost every day.
So, Aaron has been selling stuff on eBay like a madman lately. I have taken numerous headless pictures of him wearing suits, shirts, pants, and shoes.
However, he took his own pics of the bazillion ties that he wanted to sell.
(People, there were oh-so-many more than this.)
A does a good little business on eBay. He’s got the sales copy down pat and obviously knows that a knotted tie will sell better than a tie laid out flat. He grouped the ties by color and by brand and has created a nifty little warehouse in the guest bedroom, which I will take a pic of if I remember - because I know you’re all dying to see it.
So, after his auctions ended, he had everything laid out on the bed by picture and then by buyer. Evidently it was quite organized. That is, until Liam ransacked the place and threw all the ties into a pile on the floor, all the while, saying, “tie-eez, tie-eeez, TI-EEEZ.”
Aaron busted him and scooted him out of the room so that he could review his pictures and get everything back in order. He was not pleased.
Liam wasn’t exactly thrilled to be pulled from the silky mountain either. But, I took him downstairs and when he calmed down, I taught him to say, “I’m sorry, Daddy” and then we went back up, knocked on the door, and he peeked in at Aaron sorting ties on the floor and said, “I sow-wee, Daddy” and offered a hug.
Two words: melted buttah.
