Here's the dude... he got a haircut yesterday. (Not his first... probably his 3rd or 4th).
He needed to check out the clippers... molding mud... and last but not least, himself. Sure, he's a bit into it... but so am I.
In other news.... we have a sickie. She is armed with Gatorade & movies.... ("Could I please have the blue kind mommy?".... "Of course my Precious Package" I say, "and could I get you a side of.... ANYTHING you want!)
Seriously, what is it about a sick child that makes a mom do anything for them? While at the same time, smelling the top of their head inhaling the same smell that has been there since the day they came into this world.
Heaven.
