12 and a half.
I reminded our family Saturday night that there would surely be a specific photo opp for Mother’s Day at church the next day.
So Sunday morning, you came downstairs wearing jeans; as opposed to one of the dozen pairs of Nike sweatpants you wear pretty much anytime “pants” are required.
I said out loud, “Jack… you are actually wearing jeans? You never wear jeans. When’s the last year I have seen you wearing jeans?!”
You explained, “That’s my gift to Mommy for Mother’s day: I’m wearing jeans to church, instead of sweatpants.”
Granted, you still wore your Champion “slides” instead of real shoes… but nice effort!