Sleeves

The other day it was chilly in the house so I put on a sweater over my long sleeved shirt. I instantly grabbed and held my sleeve in my fist as I pushed my arm through the sweater sleeve to keep my shirt sleeve from bunching up and being uncomfortable.

It made me think of all the times as a child my parents had me hold my sleeve in my fist as they dressed me in tiny coats and sweaters. It struck me as very thoughtful as it was hard to get me to do it and it was only for my comfort not a necessity.
Thanks Mom and Dad.