oh boy
It was a liiiitle too quiet upstairs while the boy was getting ready for bed. I went up picturing toothpaste finger-paint art on the walls, giant dixie cup constructions, batman action figures disappearing down the toilet, etc.
What I found was J standing at the bathroom mirror, hairbrush in hand, smoothing his hair in to a dapper little coiffure, sort of slicked off to the side.
"Whatcha doin J?" I asked.
"My hair, " he replied.
"Why?" I inquried.
"For [NAMED A GIRL IN HIS CLASS], I want her to like my style."
I just backed slowly out of the room.
wow.
posted by Kathleen Ryan at 10:12 PM
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