“Mom, why is your hair two different colors?” he asked while we were sitting on the couch yesterday.
“What do ya mean?”
“Well, the top part is black,” and he points a pudgy finger to my roots, “and the bottom part is like white or yellow,” he concludes, flipping my ends. “That’s really funny.”
I guess the old adage that children give it to you honestly may be true. Reckon it’s time for some new highlights.
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Mentoring Young Adults, Hosting Teams, Educating about Human Trafficking.
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Tooooo cute
Oh I would LOVE the stroller, my friend. And a playdate is soooooo ridiculously overdue
Call me anytime…233-6182.
Love and hugs
hahaha, this pic of Cade is PRICELESS!