I have been talking about my sweet little baby's hair for a while now. Its just crazy. And the rough haircut we got due to a Mama FAIL is not helping things. Oh, Ty.
The other night at supper, Ty asked his customary question,
"So Mommy, hows your day?"
And I told him a little about my day, all the while distracted by the spray of 3 yr old cowlick standing straight up from the back of his head. Then, knowing he completely refused to put on a hat this morning, my last ditch effort to get the hair to behave before he left the house, I asked my precious child,
"So, baby, how was your hair today?"
To which he promptly answer while hands flying up to the mess,
"Mommy, iss jus jacked up!"
My 3 yr old. My baby. My Ty.
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