My pajama-clad father plays pony to me and my equally pajama-clad brother on a Sunday morning. Though the pony was not an every Sunday activity, lounging about on Sunday mornings was. There was no rush to get dressed on a Sunday morning because we weren’t going anywhere.
My pajama-clad father plays pony to me and my equally pajama-clad brother on a Sunday morning. Though the pony was not an every Sunday activity, lounging about on Sunday mornings was. There was no rush to get dressed on a Sunday morning because we weren’t going anywhere. | Click image for Comments. | Home | Browse All Photos