Breakfast conversation is always hilarious:
Elijah: How's my smile?
Elijah: I don't want it going all the way up to my eyes. How's it now?
Hair combed, kids almost out the door, where is Elijah?
Finding him in the dog kennel, for Baxter's last morning love; his hair is array, his smile is huge. Hair or smiles, I have to decide!
Elijah (age 7) brought home his school pictures today. After all we went through on Picture day to look practically perfect [not counting the dog kennel incident], now this:
"Mom, I don't like my smile. I don't think that Olivia C. will draw a heart around my face in the yearbook. Can I have redoos?"
Redoos sound great. Can I have life redoos?