Today he smells like candy watermelon
Jackson has definite opinions on how he wants to look, and he thinks long hair is cool. (Although I’m the one he argues with when it’s all tangled up in the morning.) He keeps it clean, though, and today he smells like candy watermelon.
Last night he said to me: “Mama scale of huggability: one billion. Sense of humor: negative 10.”
Me: “What?! I have no sense of humor?”
Him: “Not after 9:30 at night. Then you’re cranky and want to go to sleep without telling me a story.”
Me: “I’m cranky because it’s 9:30 and you’re NOT ASLEEP YET.”