Sunday, July 11, 2010
hair
Brodie was in my lap at church. He does not usually do this, but he started running his fingers through my hair. Then he put his hand to his hair and whispered, "Mine does not go down like yours." I whispered, "Right. Yours is short like Daddy's." Then Brodie whispered, "Your hair is big." I nodded. Then Brodie whispered, "Mr. Saiz's hair is plain." I nodded and whispered, "Yes. He shaves his head."
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Love Brodie he's awesome!
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