While watching American Idol last night, I sat propped up against the ottoman in the family room. Enter Lance, my nephew. Climbing on top of the furniture behind me, he sits, and the following took place:
Lance: "Me's.... keen... your... hair." (He regularly pauses between each word, as if he is thinking hard about the word that comes next.)
I thought for a moment, wondering if he thought my hair was dirty (it was - I won't lie)... then realized he wanted to comb it.
Me: "You want to comb my hair?"
Lance: "Yeah." (Turning to my mom,) "Grandma... can you... go... get a... comb?"
I love this little guy.
5 comments:
My Precious little boy. He is such a blessing to so many people, he has such a sweet little tender heart.
I am so blessed to be his Mommy.
ARe you serious? That is adorable! I ned one of hime in my life...hahaha
I want to brush your hair too when you come over to watch AI next time. Ok? What a cute boy!
I love when kids brush your hair. Sometimes it can get pretty painful but it is so cute.
lol he is so stinkin cute!
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