Avery does my hair as often as I will let her.
"Mom I like your hair. It looks jimmy."
"jimmy?"
"yeah like the Jim. Like you're sweaty."
"oh gym-y"
"yeah that's what I said."
Somehow I envisioned myself looking different when I work out.
Caleb burps. "mommy, I just farted in my teeth."
My first thought was "man that kid's flexible."
Lorenzo's favorite thing to do (today) is to touch my eyeball. He is furious when I close my eye as he reaches for it and shouts "No!"
It remains a mystery as to where he has learned this behavior. I mean, no one in my house raises their voice.
Right?
He also loves to drink water from the bird bath. A friend the other day had trouble remembering which townhouse we lived in. She called and I of course didn't answer my phone since I never even know where it is. Luckily, she remembered our expensive neon decor.
Great.
