He knew he looked smart in his suit. Because everyone told him that he did.
He liked to look at himself in the mirror to see how it fitted, cocking his head as if he didn’t trust his reflection.
His mother would usually kiss the top of his head when she saw him doing this, laughing at his serious expression and telling him that he was adorable.
He liked to remain briefly aloof when she did this, but it didn’t take long for him to accept her affection, the white, furry bib of his suit stretching up to meet her.
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