The final straw
This was the end of a full week of horrific two-year-old behavior from my 4 year old.
Horrific.
I came upstairs to find, what appeared to be, an exploded baby chicken. Unfortunately, it was not a pile of poultry fuzz. I found him hiding in the bathroom.
(Tate's getting yelled at because, only 5 minutes earlier, I had specifically instructed him and Lucy to NOT make this "cool". Tate was in the process of telling Miles how much he resembles his favorite cartoon character now.)
posted by Alison at 10:15 AM
7 Comments:
That was much more of a haircut than I envisioned in my head after I read your email. At least he's cute even when he's hairless. :)
caillou?
I'm surprised he didn't lacerate his scalp. He's skilled. Maybe he can be a surgeon when he grows up.
oh man! Good thing hes a cutie, right?
Al you are looking so good.
Oh man. I love that you have on film having to get the razor shorter & shorter to cover up what he did! Someday it will be funny to you!! And the good news is he is still as cute as ever.
I am sorry, I shouldn't be laughing right now...but I am. Kids are funny. Even if it isn't an immediate funny, it'll be funny later....that's why we have them right? To make our life harder and then laugh about it all?
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